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This Is Me

Green eyed
And hard headed
Beauty lies in every man’s eyes
Five and 7 high
And pride of might
Puerto Rican running through my veins
And the pain of Hitler buried in my brain
Unable to be changed
I’m set in my ways
I’m a minority woman
Get out my way
I won’t explain
This Is Me
I won’t take no shorts
I know what I want
And what I want everyone needs
I’ve been screaming “f--k the fifty-states”
Since the day I was conceived
I walk with my head held high
Eyes open wide
And my legs closed tight
Trying not to mask the beauty that’s inside
Praying I’ll get wise
Even with these lies
I can’t continue to try
One day we all must die
I can’t “live”
I’m too busy trying to survive
This Is Me
Don’t try to confuse me
With what I don’t need!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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