Twelve
Twelve, Twelve was the age I started judging my body, the age I thought the only thing that could possibly help me were jackets and makeup, “Just a lil “Cover up” I said
It was a war, a war between me and society, You see, you have the decency to approach me, L A B E L I N G me
I remember kneeling down on one knee asking god save me?
Saying, I want to be very skinny, hazel eyes, long hair, oh, and this might be a little much, but the fat you take from my stomach just add it ALL to that booty... Amen.
Hahaha, I laugh at myself now realizing what a child I was, praying to GOD asking him to change me?
There are so many things you can use to “cover up”
But I’m tired of having to hide what I own, its time to shine, and work it baby
just let me show you me
—Lauryn
(2014)
This is meant to be a slam poem, but I haven't updated on here in a while so ill just put it on here, if your here the voice changes it would be a lot better but yeah :)
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