Dark room, dark nights with no lights I still imagine and dream if this right I may have imperfections but it takes perfection to be who you are. I am who I am. A woman is made to be classy but some of us aren't always classified to be those women. I, on the other hand prefer to be portrayed as a lady who has standards but not so much classy. She refuse to be looked at like she's Michelle Obama when in reality she's a Marilyn Monroe. Now she isn't a hoe but she isn't afraid to reveal her beauty either. She, loves the attention and appreciates the affection. Then again, who is she under it all, just another complexion? Or a human flesh in the making?
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