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With every step she takes a calculation And though she hears their whispers That she always plays alone She knows better
Dear brown girl, They don’t know why You are dripping in melanin And honey and cocoa butter. They don’t know that
I am Ready Ready to move past this depression Ready to speak and not just recite my confessions Ready to deliver myself from myself This ain't vanity because I don't rhyme for my own health
Song lyrics written in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror. Waiting for a real man to step up and be her hero, Is a beautiful girl—beaten down by her fears. She closes her eyes wishing they would all disappear.