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My Beauty Still Grows

Oh this skin of mine
So silky and smooth
Deep reddish brown
Stares it ensues
These eyes of mine
So deep and so brown
Don't stare in them too long
Or in love you will drown
This hair this hair of mine
So curly,black,and fine
I am like a rare portrait
that no one can confine
Do i have a big head
I would have to say no
Just because some don't like my color
Doesn't mean my beauty doesn't grow
I will always and forever love me
Even if others don't
'Cause guess what
Just'cause you don't
Don't mean others won't
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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