I stand tall and proudly proclaim I Diva seek no fortune, no fame All I need, this I decree: Is a loving man to worship me. To rub my feet, and kiss my thighs To stroke my belly, and caress me with his eyes.. To smooth the day from my back Missing no crevice,valley or crack. To brush my hair, and paint my nails To serenade me with sweet tales. I say clear, proud and true To seek my mind, and listen to The things my heart has to say A flow of words black, white and gray. The creed of the Devine, etched forever in stone A proclamation a statement of facts Eternally engraved upon the soul.