Wears Well My mother gave me pouty lips And cheekbones like question marks The slant of my eyes are cleverly disguised, But my nose is anonymous And my eyebrows are plucked, So I guess I don't know But my eyes are His all the way A brown that swallowed My mother alive But didn't emprison completely Because though her mind's changed Her eyes are the same You can't change the color of eyes And me I'm just stuck With the mark of His luck A brown that will never be mine A brown that intrudes on my question mark face And swallowed the key to this cell A brown that suggests But will never speak A brown that my sister wears well
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