There's always something missing from the so-called "messed up" me but for somehow, I just can't find it. I have to find it because they say ill help me look
better, they say it'll help me be better, they say it'll fix my small behind and my shortness... so maybe what they're telling me to find is curves, a tiny waist, long weave, and a attitude. The type of attitude that could get me some "lil boyfriend". I guess that's just what's best for me but overall, who are they to tell me what and who I'm supposed to become? who are they too not accept the fact that God made me somebody to be different from y'all who got everything you want but don't get the fact of need? who are you to a shame me and my pretty body that has been made fun of left to right, from corner to corner, and from eye to eye? But even though my body can't take all the pain, it can still smile, knowing that it is proud to be itself.
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