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Basketball shorts T-shirts Sneakers And sweatpants Comfortably simple Yet unworthy of a glance No fashion tips or mommy daughter mall trips No makeup, no cover girl, no Mac or Maybelline No nails or purses No weave or artificials to be seen But does this make her less of a woman? She works with her hands Isn’t afraid of manual labor Enjoys getting dirty So how should you label her Society unsure Variable answers are common So she wonders What constitutes a woman? Is it the clothes she wears? Or the style of her hair Maybe the twist in her hips when she walks from here to there Is her identity based solely on appearance? How about individuality, character, and independence? As far as she can remember she’s been her own person From the day she was born, and every day since Born a girl, then grown into woman Constantly torn down because she doesn’t “fit in” She doesn’t feel the need to impress Due to the fact she wasn’t raised to be a princess No silver spoon Just hard work, good will, and faith in God to do the rest She missed out on the girl’s nights and slumber parties Instead, out with the boys on the basketball courts As jokes and insults built up her self-conscious insecurities With her innocence during adolescence mimicked Mentally and emotionally sick, her mind grew wicked However she found the cure Realizing that the only opinion that mattered was hers She learned and now knows who she is She’s confident and comfortable in her skin for sure She chooses to exemplify the true characteristics of a woman Rather than appearance Showing and demanding reverence Sharing with the worthy while keeping the rest of the world in suspense Strength, loyalty, compassion, with a sexiness all her own Nurturing nature, intelligence, with anticipation of reaping all that she has sown She keeps to herself though Leaving room for assumptions and interpretations Because people only view the structure while ignoring the foundation Jokes for her, she laughs For her reality most will never grasp So she feels the need, but she never actually asks Are you that blinded by vision that you can’t see…me Do you truly believe you’re perfect enough to judge me I mean I apologize for not fitting your mold However I don’t criticize you so who are you to scold Everyone is entitled to their opinions, but caution yourself on being too bold Vision is merely a birth defect Affecting the fact that perception deflects reality And you neglect to decipher the truth as it is reflected Your perception couldn’t be any further from correct I see you looking, but do you see? You’re looking because you can’t exactly figure it out And by “it”, I mean me
