Sista, don’t you know
That behind that banging body you’re so much more?
You’re a daughter or a mother and child of God
Not just curves and breasts that spill out your bra
You’ve got fire and sass within your soul
Such grace and rhythm in that urban stroll
Afrocentric in an array of colors
Not just some arm piece for an egotistic brotha
Start opening your mind instead of your legs
Stop giving in just because he begs
Listen to your heart and hear your voice
To make that move towards the better choice
For only you can become change
And take the path to that higher plain
To be a woman whose in tune with self
Instead of a body and nothing else
There more to you than what catches his eye
And it’s time to prove it and defuse the lie
Sliding down that pole just might pay a bill
But tell me sista, how do you really feel?
To be an object rather than a prize
By selling off what’s between your thighs
Listen here and listen close
What is it that you love the most?
Is it cash to buy that diamond ring?
Or your self respect, that other thing?
I”m telling you there’s more to life
But it’s up to you to see the light
Sista, don’t you know…
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