Who the hell
Are you, anyway
Looking over your shoulder
Wondering what’s I’ve got that you don’t
Who the hell
Are you, anyways
Whispering underneath your breath
Passing judgment like refreshments
Casting stones and smearing names
Who the hell
Do you think you are
Looking down
As if you’re as pure as the driven snow
I’ll tell you
Who the hell you are
You ain’t no friend of mine
You ain’t sitting at my table
Or drinking my wine
You ain’t filling my space
With your vicious vibe
Because, I see right through
That well maintenance facade
Who the hell do you think you’re fooling
As well as you fool your own self?
I’ll be damned
If you’ll try to make me feel
Less than Beautiful
In my own skin
There ain’t no way
You can tell me
How beautiful I am
Jeanna’ Mead
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Jeanna' Soul 