My father told me
to read about my country and religionMy mother told me
my style is awful because I wear too much blackMy grandma told me
I'm a failure because I got bad grades in schoolMy first love told me
I could never get an actressMy relative told me
I'll always be fatMy crush told me
I'm ugly and dumbMy teacher told me
I couldn't pass this class and should quit schoolMy classmates told me
it's disgusting to have black body hair as girlI told myself
I read anything I want
I can wear the darkest black, if I want
I can be a winner without graduation, if I want
I can dream as big as I want
I can get sporty and thin, if I want
I can be as ugly as I want
I pass every school year, if I want
I can grow my bodyhair as long as I want
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I got something to say
PoetryCopied from N.W.A's one and only Ice Cube: »Yo, Dre!« »Waddup?« »I got something to say!« Cover: Billie Eilish