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[neongreenleaf]

I am not a pretty girl
I ain't no damsel in distress
I'm not gonna unroll my hair
So you can climb up
And I stay away from strange apples
My sippers are made of plastic
Not glass
And I have no wick step-mother

I was raised
And Loved
by my mother, who was raised
And Loved
By hers
So on and so forth
Generations of hard workers
Thick-skinned and kind-hearted
Women
Who never needed man to save her
It's in my blood
To save myself
And rely only on men
To make women
Like us