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The Woman In The Mirror
That woman in the mirror who is she?
A mocha latte 5ft tall voluptuous beauty...
She's the epitome of the "Black man" fantasy...
Often referred to as the girl with the big ole booty
but that title will never be the sole thing that defines me...
you won't be saying she REMINDS me of MY JEEP!
You niggas say you WOKE but alot of you still SLEEP
So when you see me please DECLINE me..
if you posses no substance that will REFINE me..
Cuz when I look into a mirror this is what I see
A black woman, who's down, but still has class... ...
A mocha latte 5ft tall voluptuous beauty...
She's the epitome of the "Black man" fantasy...
Often referred to as the girl with the big ole booty
but that title will never be the sole thing that defines me...
you won't be saying she REMINDS me of MY JEEP!
You niggas say you WOKE but alot of you still SLEEP
So when you see me please DECLINE me..
if you posses no substance that will REFINE me..
Cuz when I look into a mirror this is what I see
A black woman, who's down, but still has class... ...
#identity
#beauty
#MyInspiration #PowerOfWords
#MyInspiration #PowerOfWords
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To whom it concerns...You don't know my pain!!
Smiling faces tell lies...we all know it's true
but when your the one hurting..who gives a fuck about you?..
Walk past me when I cry for goodness sake...
don't ask me how I'm doing, because I know it's fake...
It's the fire under the belly that exposes a snake...
You don't know my pain, I can tell you why..
because if you did, you'd hear the silent cries...
For I back burner my pain and keep it far out of sight..
But upon my bed, when I lay my head, soaked is my pillow every night..
To rise up everyday with this pain is...
but when your the one hurting..who gives a fuck about you?..
Walk past me when I cry for goodness sake...
don't ask me how I'm doing, because I know it's fake...
It's the fire under the belly that exposes a snake...
You don't know my pain, I can tell you why..
because if you did, you'd hear the silent cries...
For I back burner my pain and keep it far out of sight..
But upon my bed, when I lay my head, soaked is my pillow every night..
To rise up everyday with this pain is...
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