My long black curls were cut off long ago making me uglier than I already was
I ditched the harp for a guitar that I still can’t play
And my deep voice gets deeper and my unwanted southern twang grows.
I am a southerner by accident and when asked
What I want,
All I ever asked is for the people who hate me—to love me.
All I ever ask for is to be someone that I’ll never be
Is that too much to ask?
