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A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth When she walks in the room she wants people to stop and stare not because they’re whispering… what she got on girl, what’s up with that hair? But because she looks good, conservative and chic looking her best from head to feet she knows the spiked heels and look at me blouse will make all the men become aroused she knows that look would make conditions tense but how she’s dressed builds confidence she doesn’t do loud make-up, green hair or tight skirts, if you don’t know, how will anyone else know your worth? Not trying to be Nicki Manage, never putting on a fascad being original, still blending in all because she’s good in her own skin She looks pretty and carries herself well, clothes should hide what only time should tell When a man calls us out of our name boy, do we get offended Aretha told us the Rule of R-e-s-p-e-c-t It’s usually us that bend it Wearing anything to work, any and everything to church talking that ghetto talk walking that ghetto walk telling your friends, girl, he don’t respect me your friends telling you that you save nothing to see Asking him out first Not knowing your worth You didn’t give him a chance giving all of yourself on a one night stand sitting there wondering why he didn’t call now you’re starting to feel about 2 feet tall think back, yall never took the time to ask for number and name now you’re feeling so ashamed It wasn’t your smile or your smarts that got you here that drink, you didn’t think Oh, is that a tear? Men respect us based on how we think of ourselves they measure us on what our body tells what is your body telling? that you have something you’re selling? there’s so much you can tell with your body you don’t have to be revealing to be a hottie besides, I have daughters and they’re watching me I try to always give them something beautiful to see what are we teaching our little girls? that our bodies will further in this world? the answer to that question is no the BIBLE says train a child in the way they should go what we need to understand as women we deserve respect but sometimes what we give is what we usually get when most men see a woman in low -cut shirts, short skirts and high heels to him you’re worth about as much as a happy meal if I’m a meal, I’m Crème Brouleé , Beluga Caviar, Laute Truffle Chocolate, with 1945 Chauteau Vintage wine, That’s who I am all the time Be who you are, can’t be me, I’m taken If you think you can live as someone else you’re sadly mistaken I’m a woman every week, 365 days a year I don’t clock out I wanna make that clear Ok, sometimes I can joke and be crazy, but I never forget that I’m a lady so girls, get it right, you can stay on your grind FOR A REAL WOMAN IS A WOMAN FOR REAL AT ALL TIMES

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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