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EMBARRASSED Our limit of endurance Doesn't always show appearance Sometimes our often ignorance Doesn't give us reassurance
I look at myself in the mirror And I like the person that I see People can say whatever they want I’m really happy to be me .
It’s been ages since we decided to live apart I want to hold your hip and kiss your lips Please return to me, my sweet little princess Darling, it’d be so good to have you back .
Beware of The HAIR YEAH... BEWARE of The HAIR … !!! DON'T You Dare STARE In Case My Hair... Decides To SCARE And ATTACK Your Lair … !!!!!!!!!!! Yeah It May Get DREAD And... LOCK Like Feds' " … !!!
Her wings are covered in stars That shimmer like the Moon Shining brighter than a thousand suns They radiate with elegance and grace
The chains you often wore around your neck, are the chains That were wrapped around your ancestors necks, arms, and legs The hatred you wore so proud upon your neck was the same
Why Does My Appearance Offend Most Folk ... !?! I DON'T Sell Coc'... !!! I'm NOT An Ignorant Bloke ... !!! I DON'T LIKE ... " Crack "... !!! But Sometimes ... Like A Smoke ...
I’ve always wondered what I look like to other people. Maybe, as I walk the halls, People only see my mottled grey-black skin and
The larking of the crows, Dawn: The dark days The tree's splitting shadow, obscure, silent Whips of black, crack the dull morning daze The breaking light crimson, almost violent
mine is the house with the jungle yard,where snakes may catch you off your guard,but the snakes eat the rodents and the birds eat the bugs,and i peak at the school bus through a wet shrub,
Girl : Why can't I have this job? Boss : I don't like your hair, I said, it is too red. Girl : Is that a problem? Boss : It is not normal, you should come more formal.
I saw him on the corner of the street, Holding a sign, With the same words the rest of them say. What is he really going to use the money for? Everyone knows. I walked into the store, A child running up and down the aisles, His mother yelling....
When You Look at Me When you look at me What do you see? Am I short, tall The brightest of them all? Did you look at my hair From over there?
Who knows? maybe someday they'll say I was Beautiful in the breakdown. But if you ever read this let me say that My Pain is not reflected in My Appearance because
Hairy Armpits “Just wax, or shave, or pluck that hair.” Don’t you see I really don’t care? “Oh my god that’s so gross, ew!” They don’t bother me, why does it bother you?
Beauty Seeks its passion in every way,shape,and form. like a soft wind that blow,like every flower that blooms,like every inch of grass that grow, beauty seeks a rose. Like a kiss on the cheek,beauty seeks a rose.
Remember the times
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,” My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter, Society does not reward small chests like mine with glamour,
I was told that without the mane I carriedI wasn’t a lion anymoreJust a sheep.
Open the book first Before you judge it. It may be a habit or possibly a curse, Regardless don't speak about others, Unless you know them well, Close like brothers.
Take my eyes away and blanket me in darkness the world of color doesn't just belong to artists. I never knew blue or red or yellow what is this black you speak of fellow?
My reflection gives me a disappointed glance As I stare back at my appearance. I take a peek inside my head
Look in the mirror Look at what you see Do you see the same girl, The one that I see? When I look at you, I see a beautiful person I see the girl you are, The one you try to hide
"Who's the fairest?" They all ask. Deciding can be quite the task. Primping, smudging, popping pimples. Her hair is frizzy, oh but such cute dimples! Not him, not her, Oh and God not him. Did you see his crepey mole-rat skin?
I remember the days When a ponytail was good enough When contacts were for Sundays And makeup was only for special occasions