She can’t help it if she’s emotional, spiritual, perplexed, tired, overworked and undersexed, beautiful, convinced, envious, mischievous, some may even say she’s devious…She’s a woman. She can’t help it if she loves her man more than he do, breaking her back doing for her dude, always trying to prove her love is true, kissing his *** and all of his boo-boos…She’s a woman. She can’t help it if she has motherly instincts and the nature to love and nurture, learning about and loving her womanly culture, although some may call her an unstable creature…She’s a woman. She can’t help it when she walks by and catches every man’s eye because she’s so fresh and so fly and watching tear-jerking movies makes her cry…She’s a woman. She can’t help it if she is able to conceive, carry and bear a seed and on top of that, one week out of each month she repetitiously bleeds and still take care of her business and all of her man’s needs…She’s a woman. She can’t help it if she is awesome and wonderful, and yet still mysterious in all of her splendid bliss, with luscious full lips that are always down for a kiss…from her man that is…She’s a woman. She can’t help it if she’s phenomenal like Maya Angelou said and writes poetry as creativeness flows through her pen from her talented head and remembers every title and author of every book she’s ever read…She’s a woman. She can’t help it if she loves books, loves to cook, and can wear a sexy dress that makes her man do a double take and have a third, fourth, and a fifth look… She’s a woman. She can’t help it if she dreams of taking that long awaited stride to become her man’s bride, has earned her man’s love and trust and has nothing to hide and wanting the world to know she’s in for the long ride and knowing it was worth all of the tears she’s cried…She’s a woman.