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Before I left the house I had a chat with my mirror To get feedback on my blouse And guess what? So loyal of the mirror It revealed answers I hadn't put questions for Rubbed in my face was the cold truth That My camouflaged complexion is too uneven Looks like the art of a mediocre painter Are my knees and elbows that dark that you say Charcoal puts them to shame That a dog's lousy eyes are nothing When one comes across mine That I need a nose job, liposuction, breasts uplift, lasers for my stretch marks, botox, appetitos, extension of my hips and back..and lord knows what else Ohh what a pleasure it was Talking to the most blunt mirror in the world Not to mention how sensitive, helpful,considerate,sweet and not brutal at all it was such that I forgot where my presence was being needed My sneakers couldn't collect my direction All they could create was friction Sending me back to bed Where dear subconscious decided To give my mirror a piece of its mind So is that all you see when my diagram stands before your page Are my imperfections your only perfect area of target Do you by any chance mean to say that What really matters Is the right amount of botox and not my confidence The right shape as to how I should draw my eyebrows and not the right shape of my life That I starve myself for an English body What you commonly refer to as a "beach body" Yet I have the slightest idea of what an ocean/sea is When I can't even access a swimming pool itself What exactly are you telling me to be? Western when I'm southern White when I'm black Do me one favour and let me do me and be me Cause therez no chance i'm being all that!!