Why Let Them Define You By Kevin Guru

The ass so phatt Snared and trapped by hypocrisy Quintisential Questions Beg The question what about that ass so phatt? Looks good to pretenders What is your soul food, Mabeline and Maskera? Don't straddle the line of Self love and hate Why are you hiding from the Source of truth, Your Sole truth? Bad make-up is Glittered and glamoured up Hours of dressing scars All the while dying inside Dying to please men Spectators at sport Why let the dawgs define you? Spiritual Deaths in deserted Places. High off hair spray fumes Beating poision into your pores Wearing wigs with dyes dries and natural hair dies for a set of lies The holes in your soul Shakkled by broken motives Mainstream Attractions Botox lips, boobs and booty The sores that leak from A Black girl's pores. Subjected to falsified Beauty claims and propaganda Her only objective sincere devout affection Here lies the feme fatal soul infection Ill advised from highlights in media Self degradation. Polyester thongs that your flesh itch Mediocre Songs of a woman's worth Subliminal anarchy's test about who you are Your so hurt and abused by standards that don't fit They labeled you a ***** You pitch tantrums and fits Still looking for a quick fix Don't quit the fight and forefeit your rights Blackshion Exists long past The nights. Beautiful Black Skins Rise again face the Morning Sun Take back your Authority And live in your own Royalty Black Woman , We Live to Love You Just as you are, So Be the Woman You were meant to be Goddesses Exceptional Master Pieces God's Own Copyrighten Legacies..... Kevin Guru©2016