The Voice of Mahogany
Some may say, "Oh! You're name's Mahogany, that ugly reddish-brown color." Others may say, "Ew, that's you're real hair, it's so dark and dull." Well to be completely honest, i give no response to them For many years of my life, I've been treated differently for one thing, maybe the other I could say I loved myself for everything that I am My hair My eyes My hips My curvacious thighs But that would be a lie Truth be told I've been called beautiful, gorgeous, fine - whatever But the negatives overcome the very little positives and that thick skull of mine doesn't let me believe Now I could say I wanna be like Beyonce' Maybe like Ashanti Even Aaliyah But that won't happen, I have to love me for who I am Maybe you could help me.
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