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You push me into the school lockers
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.