'relationship abuse'
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My body was your was canvas
It turned into a work of art
The loss of blood, tears, and time
That was just the start
My beautiful black skin covered in scars- but
Layered with make-up
Once Upon a Time
Once Upon
Once
Not once, but many times,
there is a girl.
A girl
America, the beautiful.
You have burned your amber waves,
Belonging to young girls who were told they would never be beautiful.
You have locked them up in caves.
