This one is for Magogany_Brown...with love
Love the sista
She has braids, weave, perm...what-e-vah!
Look at how confident she wears them
Go on girl wear it well
Nails done or not
It doesn't matter
What matters is how she swirls and twirls
her hands
as she talks...expressing her thoughts
Check out her gear
This morning in a suit
This evening in her sweats
The weekend her club-wear
Three personalities one spirit
Her eyes the windows to her soul
Man ... look into them not down at my chest
or around at my behind-they don't talk!
Lips that botox try to create
Can't duplicate or imitate
How they pucker when she disagrees
She parts her lips and kisses
Her man ...falls to his knees
Baby girl walks with a strut
Her stride her poise is a statement of its own
It says check me out or leave me alone
Her breathe as words
As violent as an erupting volcano
Sometimes as soft as a feather
She only wants to be heard
Her words are from the heart
Embrace the sistah
Respect the sistah
Understand the sistah
Many could not follow in her footsteps
They would crumble and break from the pressure
Thanks be to our ancestors
The women who withstood the blood, sweat, and tears
Lest we forget the years
They toiled
For us
To be
Here
Love the sista
She has braids, weave, perm...what-e-vah!
Look at how confident she wears them
Go on girl wear it well
Nails done or not
It doesn't matter
What matters is how she swirls and twirls
her hands
as she talks...expressing her thoughts
Check out her gear
This morning in a suit
This evening in her sweats
The weekend her club-wear
Three personalities one spirit
Her eyes the windows to her soul
Man ... look into them not down at my chest
or around at my behind-they don't talk!
Lips that botox try to create
Can't duplicate or imitate
How they pucker when she disagrees
She parts her lips and kisses
Her man ...falls to his knees
Baby girl walks with a strut
Her stride her poise is a statement of its own
It says check me out or leave me alone
Her breathe as words
As violent as an erupting volcano
Sometimes as soft as a feather
She only wants to be heard
Her words are from the heart
Embrace the sistah
Respect the sistah
Understand the sistah
Many could not follow in her footsteps
They would crumble and break from the pressure
Thanks be to our ancestors
The women who withstood the blood, sweat, and tears
Lest we forget the years
They toiled
For us
To be
Here