Why are they all the same?
Is it me to be blame?
Im looking from afar, they are happy
Confused and thinking..what about me?
Since I began to feel my senses
Im conscious to how I look when I go to places
People stares at me looking confused
As if I owe them to be amuse
But lately I realized how beautiful I am
My own color and physique, truly an art in Instagram
My good aura flourishes as the air gets high
It will always linger and never say goodbye
Now I tell you to be proud of what you are
To be humble and good, even you are a star
We are all equal and made with love so quick
Because God see us so perfect and very unique.
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