If you were to nail September to a door and cut off a college students broke weekends

You'd find me born on September 15th

Believe it or not I wasn't born near Brooklyn brownstone streets

I was born where jazz music met slavery  

Louisiana .

I wasn't like the other brown skinned baby girls.

Who's skins looked like sweet caramel

I was pale.

Since then I have never been able to fit in

Hi, My name is Jazmine 

To honest their is nothing special about me 
I like music and movies 
I also like cheese
Horses are my favorite animal 
They like to run free
I want to run free 
Can we free 
Take of this made up mask that we let the world see 
I'm not always happy 
This smile was constructed by the televisions and magazines
This laugh was created to guard my fragile self esteem 
These fist ain’t gon’ do shit

They seem tough, but they’re weak 
Truth is what you see is not the real me 
Just some media made clone trying to hide her insecurities
So if you'd allowed me to take off this mask

And show you the real Jazz 
I'll let you in and together we don't have to fit in

Together in this box

We can run with the horses

Free.