antithesis piece to this

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I’m a fraud in my own skin

I’m afraid of my own skin

I’m afraid they don’t like me

I’m afraid I don’t like me

I look out the window

And I see my body flying high over the rooftops

“Wish you weren’t so silly

Wish you were as pretty

As the happier you who can’t cry”

She’s willowy and peaceful

She’s graceful and refined

Maybe a little bit whiter–

Maybe blacker than her eyes

She’s flying high, she’s flying high

~ Sammicakes