If I’m not strong, what am I?
If I’m not smart, what am I?
If I’m not perfect, what else can I be?
I’m not pretty.
I’m not skinny.
I’m not tan
And I’m not tall.
Some say I shouldn’t think those things.
But it comes incessantly And I try to ignore it
And I try to counteract it
And I try to be strong.
Cuz if I’m not strong…
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