Monday, April 4, 2011

Imitation Is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

I see her,
she cant do like me.
She may walk and talk and strut,
like me.

But in the dark,
where the truth lies
she will never be 
like me.

I don't have to check myself,
hitch my pants
 or tighten my bra straps.

And I don't need 
no damned mirror,
to see

All I gotta do is look
over there,
and some girls
tryna be
like me.

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