I'll be me no matter what.
Not minding if you like it or not.
Cos myself I cannot change.
If I ain't ok, then you ain't my range.
Sorry, if I'm not your type,
But this is how I am made
Can't clean real me with a wipe,
Just to put on a facade
If you feel I'm too less of this,
Or probably just too more of that.
Remember that the birds ain't the bees,
So don't force the cats to turn to rats.
As for those who truly love me,
And appreciate me for who I am,
I'll never forget to pray for thee.
But haters be shut; Iont give a damn.
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My Fountain of Words
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