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Jun 2014
They say don't judge a book by its cover,
But we out there everyday tryin' to pick us the right lover.
Basing chemistry on looks,
When we should taking in mind those are just a hook.
Curvy waists don't mean you cant discriminate,
The ink in my skin don't mean I'm a rebel,
That I was born to sin,
Value ain't based on personal stats,
I'm a good person beneath these scars and tats.
An honest heart ain't appreciated anymore,
How did we get to judging people by their credit score.
I just cant take this anymore,
If you cant like me for who I am,
Well then there's the door,
I cant be the only one who keeps the promises they swore.
Blythe Barrymore
Written by
Blythe Barrymore  Portland
(Portland)   
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   Alyanne Cooper
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