I am searching for my King///
Cause i know im a QUEEN///
But my King aint searching for me///
For him beauty is hard to be seen///
To busy searching for pencil thin girls///
With assimilated hairstyles///
Wish i could reach him and let him know this could be our world///
Got me asking myself should i straighten out my hair///
Wear more make up///
Leave my skin bare///
With nothing left for the imagination///
Showing off every crevice curve nook and crany///
This is damn near leading me to insanity///
Not only am i oppressed by my oppressors///
But my King can no longer except me for me///
So i have to wear tighter clothes and but in weaves down my back///
Just so he can realize my beauty///
So now i can only dream of how things once were in our homeland///
Where my King would be searching for me///
Because he loved my NATURAL BEAUTY
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