Lore Me34 (March 10,1967 / Chicago, IL. USA)
They look at my dark complexion and they laugh.
But that don’t bother me.
For I’m beautiful.
I love my wide nose,
and thick lips.
Now, my hips are wide,
and I got a lot of junk in my trunk.
But I’m beautiful.
My hair may be coarse,
And my breast are not enhance.
But I’m still beautiful.
So they may point, and laugh if they want too.
They may even call me names because of my
dark skin. I won’t cry because beauty is in
the eye of the beholder. And in my eyes
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