I am so tired of keeping it real
The kind of real that makes you feel
Good about yourself
Cause you can’t handle my real
Stop asking if you can touch my hair
I don’t ask you to touch yours
Because I don’t care about your hair
And quit asking me how to pronounce my name
Damn…can’t you read?
Didn’t we go to school at the same speed
This skin, these lips, my hair and these hips
I came here like this
Like you came here like that
This aintrocket science
And who are you calling ugly?
Every time I look up
You trying to be like me
You must wannabe ugly too
What else could it be?
And whenever I decide to do a thing
Why is it tied to everyone else’s dreams?
Every time I walk in a room
The spotlight is on me to be
The pioneer, innovator, trailblazer
and ceiling breaker
The one to make a way
For everybody else
For once I just wannafocus on me
I just wannabe the most amazing
person that I can be
Without all this damn pressure
Can we just agree
that I am more than enough
In my own individuality?