Who do you think you are, with that red lipstick, with that bounce in your hair. what are you trying to convey? with that swing in your hips, with that song in your mouth. you are too much. 

well, who do you think I am? haven’t you seen the truth? I am mother’s victory. my grandmother’s hope. my aunt’s savage dreams. I am all the women in my family that couldn’t. I’ll never downplay my glory. not for you. not for anyone. I am sacred, I own up to my magic. you should too.

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