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Thursday, 13 February 2014

I HATE ME


I hate me; simply because my lips are thick
These lips don't look like the ones I see on tv
Which man will lust to kiss thick oval lips
Or what manner of praise will I get from other nations
It is these lips I want to change, I don't want them thick and oval
Surely what the world sees is the creator's error and displeasure.

I hate me; Just because my nose is not sharp like the Europeans
My nose is wide and it looks big, it makes me sad and ashamed
Even the golden shimmer from MAC cosmetics doesn't do justice
I want to surgically shape it, so that I may be accepted by the world. I will never be satisfied with what it, no never
For the world will see God's mocking humour.

I hate me; simply because my hair is not sleek and straight
My hair reminds me of  a pot scrubber, coiled and hard
That is why I will use extremely harmful chemicals to make it straight. I will also spend a lot of money for the best international weave And then the industry will see the potential in me. I will destruct my hair
and spit on God however way I can

I hate me; Just because My breasts are not big like Pamela Anderson. She was famous for Sexual activities in the entertainment Industry
the outfits she wore made her more Womanly and sexy, I want men to also lust after me; wine and dine with me. I am not producing Milk for these babies, implants is what I want, I don't care about me, So why should i care about Psalms 137

 I hate me; Simply because My hips are not wide nor big enough
how am I Suppose to wear outfits that show my jelly
since my mates twerk a lot when in prestigious clubs
I am not happy, because all i see Is what fame demands
yes I have said it before and I will say It again
the heart wants what the heart wants; and that is wide hips and big bums

I hate me; just because My Skin is not light enough
all this natural pigmentation is nothing but pain and anguish
there is no Beauty at all in a woman who Is not fair In Colour
ask the men on the streets, all they talk about is yellow boned women
i will buy the latest skin lightening products to strip my melanin off
and every nation under the sun will adore me look at me in admiration

Yes I have Said it; i have disliked myself from my tender age
and now the seeds Of hatred have grown into abundance of crop
I am Scarred with no hope of ever healing
the Illusion that consumed me is now my reality
the world and its artificial promises has Stripped me of my truth
I have cursed God due to these wicked standards and now
my soul Is lost forever



I HATE ME