The Woman That I Am
You can’t define me as a woman by only seeing my sex appeal
Don’t define me as a woman from how my hips rock
Don’t define me as a woman by if my breasts are real
Don’t keep me locked away from the world outside
The beauty…the brilliance…the exotic walk
The loving…the caring…the romantic talk
You can’t define me as a woman by how I look
You can’t define me as a woman by how I cook
But you don’t see the woman that I am
You don’t see what makes me who I am
I have been nothing but a good woman
Only the lord will know
All the pain and suffering
You will soon reap what you sew
Close your eyes and hear my voice
The woman that I am is deep inside
The woman that I am is who you try to hide
You can’t define me as a woman by only seeing my sex appeal
Don’t define me as a woman from how my hips rock
Don’t define me as a woman by if my breasts are real
Don’t keep me locked away from the world outside
The beauty…the brilliance…the exotic walk
The loving…the caring…the romantic talk
Define me from the words I speak
Define me from the dreams and aspirations I seek
Define my heart for its forgiving nature
Define me as a woman because I am
A beautiful black woman, strong and secure
Hurt and disabled, but knows to be tough
I am the woman that walks with her head held high
Define me as a woman that has had enough
Define me by my character
Define me by my hopes and my dreams
Respect me for who I am
You can’t define me as a woman by only seeing my sex appeal
Don’t define me as a woman from how my hips rock
Don’t define me as a woman by if my breasts are fake or real
Don’t keep me locked away from the world outside
The beauty…the brilliance…the exotic walk
The loving…the caring…the romantic talk
But you don’t see the woman that I am
Look deep inside and see what makes me who I am
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