I fear beauty

And all its causalities

Stressing to be a "bad b*tch"

No that ain't me

I believe that every girl is a queen

They can hold their own

Chase every dream

And never leave their throne

Beauty is only skin deep

But the temptations to compete with another queen is so weak

In the knees, that you can only speak what the media wants you to preach

Your hair does not define you

Your makeup does not design you

You are killing the meaning of beauty need I remind you

I would never be beautiful

Cause society ain't ready for a girl like me

I have ambition, goals, and dreams

The 3 things to make a queen

But I'll sit back in the shadows

And wait for that wake up call to ring








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