Mama, mama, mama made me the way I am; my face, my face, my eyes could someone turn me up because I’m going to be speaking my mind. I’ve been waisting a lot of time looking in mirrors hating on me but now I like what I see. I know, I know that I will never be perfect but I’m going to work it now all I need is to let it go and you need to let it do. So put your new shoes on the new you.
We are who we are. Pretty just a pretty word; I’m gonna shine like a star because I’m the only me in this world, throw away all the books and the magazines I will never going to be like a beauty queen. I’m just going to be doing it for me and no one else. Mama, mama, mama made the way I am she had told me that I should looks up to the world with my head held high. As I’ve been wasting a lot of time looking at myself in the mirrors and hating on me now I like what I see.
I wake up every morning I look at myself in the mirror I like who I see because I know I’m just pretty than the rest of them. In the evening I carry on feeling the true meaning of me and when I go to the mirror I can tell that I’m tired of being strong all day long and just cry but sometimes I feel perfectly fine feeling happy with myself. On top of the mountain felt like we weren’t meant to come or be welcome here at all as everyone would look at us; but guess what I don’t care I like who we are, so to me it doesn’t matter if we’ve over stepped the mark or that we are not allowed to be in the party of being who we are.
There should be a reason to copy other people just to make us feel good; in every season I’ll take everyone’s name down in my jealous book because they are just jealous of who I am not who they are, I am just strong independent person like everyone else who knows who they are. I’m just a pretty girl who can do all the same things as they can; just choose not to do it but yet I do it in my own personal way with my friends, who love me for me not like a fake person you see around in groups.