April 14: Write a poem titled ↑
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Slim figure, face is a killer
I know I got that perfect balance
Stellar voice, walks with poise
People wished they got the talent
Always eat healthy, exercise regularly
Sit, walk, smile, and stand up straight
Put on make up, look almost naked
Love the attention but sometimes I want to escape
Stop for autographs, smile for photographs
Pose for the paparazzi
To my left and right, there're bodyguards
Can't choose between my Porsche and my Maserati
So much hate, a lot on my plate
My business ain't mine no more
Everything I do, it's on the news
Can't say shit, gotta watch my words
But it's like dancing under the sun, it's so fun
Living like the bourgeoisieses
One is praised, and would never be replaced
And one spends as much as one pleases
But it's also a chore, a constant war
Between me and myself trying to decide
If I want to be unknown, if I want to walk freely on the road
Or if I want to continue this hell in paradise
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Eeeeeeeek
