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tiana didn't ask for a prince she was an entrepeneur she didn't ask for her best friend to be a rich white girl but she took it with grace she wasn't supposed to turn into a frog 
You hope and pray for pink, but the outcome is black. You contemplate on what life is going to bring you tomorrow. You tell yourself you're pretty knowing that it's an understatement. You're beautiful.
I think of my marks
Loving your body at times where you need it most. Cherish those moments.
Concrete shells dig into my fleshas your teeth gnaws at my neck –hungry, vehement, absent.
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