She says “Envy me,” with an eyelash bats fly in a lightning flash,
Rubbin’ ash on my face to be like her but the light turns off and all I see is gray,
Smoke and mirrors play,
“It’s fake, but it’s beautiful,” they say,
And I’m taken aback when the mirrors crack and “Hey, wait!” I exclaim,
“You’re not the same!”
After which I proceed to rub the ash off my face
And she walks away like “So, what?”
I stand dumbfounded, like “Shouldn’t girl be shamed?”
Grown up a little it’s hard to believe I belittled myself,
I choke on the secondhand smoke and mirrors they say “Stop coverin’ up true colors, oh look, boo, you’re original red, black and blue be showin’ through.”
I look closer and harder to find that this face that was mine all the time I tried to hide like the shame inside like “Who could love it when it’s next to her?” and this bird came by,
Said “Girl, you bein’ absurd, you got your own light now let it shine, go spread your word, you got your worth, not lower than hers.”