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The black of night entraps me The light of morning burns M y S. K. I. N I think i could've been pretty In a world that loved me back I tell myself im smart Because people tell me that But no one calls me pretty So I must not be so If this world is ruled by the pretty Where do I go? I dont want to work beneath The feet of a blonde What makes her more of a woman than me? Why do you like women frail and bone? Why does the darkened woman scare you? Is she too human for your touch? Why does the softly-curved woman disgusted you? Do you only like them breakable and small? Why does the tall woman threaten you? Is it because your very sense of masculinity is unstable? Why do you like your woman Pale Thin And blonde? Because I am a woman And I disagree with that ive been told.
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:14 AM UTC
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The black of night entraps me The light of morning burns M y S. K. I. N I think i could've been pretty In a world that loved me back I tell myself im smart Because people tell me that But no one calls me pretty So I must not be so If this world is ruled by the pretty Where do I go? I dont want to work beneath The feet of a blonde What makes her more of a woman than me? Why do you like women frail and bone? Why does the darkened woman scare you? Is she too human for your touch? Why does the softly-curved woman disgusted you? Do you only like them breakable and small? Why does the tall woman threaten you? Is it because your very sense of masculinity is unstable? Why do you like your woman Pale Thin And blonde? Because I am a woman And I disagree with that ive been told.
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15/The clouds
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:14 AM UTC
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