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As a daughter of the King, I know I am more than a number that magically knows my flaws, imperfections, strengths, desires and dreams. I know I am more than the sterotypical,
I'm just a criminal in your eyes Because I'm not white as snow In your eyes I'm the broken child Daddy took the next flight out I'm the druggy
They say black lives don’t matter cause we out here killing each other.And when they see him all they think of is a thug.Another brother who’s gonna rot in the gutter.Get his picture ready for the newspaper.Tell his mother her son ain’t coming bac
Hey, what’s your sign? Oh me? Well I’m a Gemini Now see When I tell people my sign
Does beauty fade from my skin if it's too dark? Well if beauty is only skin deep, judge the color of my heart, The hue of my soul. And if you look inside my heart, you should find a hole.
The rain in the back of my head comes from The pain that festers in my heart. My disdain towards myself makes me bleed more Then a stab to artery and vein. I bleed
Out of all twenty-six letters of the alphabet, This is all I can muster up. Her bleach blonde spaghetti curled hair and Coach bag, She must be self centered. His coal black nails and torn jeans,
My skin is whiter than the snow that kisses the peaks of the mountains My roots are more knarled than the roots of an aged willow My hair, my eyes, my mouth None of them are ordinary.
Behind my smile is a story you will never understand. Growed up from having absolutely nothing to having alot. Mama struggled just take care of me and my other siblings.
Sometimes, my chest feels heavy My mind has a habit of thinking about the world And how it just doesn’t “get me” Sometimes, my chest feels heavy You look at me and think
Don't give me that look Don't degrade me to my classmates Don't ask me how I got onto your AP class attendance book