by: LadyJo
THEY….hmmm
Why THEY
keep telling me I have to be a size two,
Have to
fit the look of a supermodel
Dine on
spring water and celery sticks;
To
compete with all these unreal worldly chicks
Who’s
out here seeking all the wrong attention
Thinking
they cute showing off all their un-mentions
Just to
get some due to take a look their way
Who’ll
get their number, take em on a date, sleep with em, and then throw em away
Honestly,
I don’t have no mo time for all that mess
Been
there, done that, I’m now a child of God and I’m truly blessed
Taken
away from all the fake-ism of this world
Given a
new life, went from a pebble on the street to a precious pearl
Yet for
some reason THEY don’t see that
Just
walking around behind my back with dey mouth full of bad chat
Yearning
to take the splinter out of my eye
Yet the
blinding plank in theirs they refuse to see, and they deny
Man, life’s
too short to walk around worried and stress
To starve
myself one breath shy of death
Yeahhh….
I know, I can spare to loose a pound or two
Drop
these thighs, smaller waistline, and a nickel belly too
But I’m
comfortable in my skin
Took
awhile, but I overcame the emptiness that haunted me within
And just
when I thought, finally peace in the midst of my domain… pssss
Here
THEY come telling me about my self all over again
Why
don’t you wear your hair long and straight
Encouraging
me to compromise the true beauty of my ancestral trait
Chemicalize
your brain and lighten your skin
When
THEY gonna learn, outer change just hiding the real sin within
Man… I
had my share of attention, dinner dates and one time boyfriends
Had my
share of waking up each morning, putting on my face and pretend
That
life was all that, no worries no stress
Going
out four nights a week thinking I’m cute in my too tight too short black dress
Walking
down the street hearing dues shouting….
“Pssssssss,
Hey Sweetness!
Stop here awhile let me get your number and your address”
That was
then, this is now
Yeah
being a size two, I admit, I sure would be cute
But how
many will really see pass the looks into my spiritual roots
Just
being a size two ain’t all that it’s made out to be
You know
how many size twos I know still miserable and unhappy
Look, All
I can do is just be me, live in my skin
Have
respect for my temple, keep it pure so that one day I can trade it in
But really,
on the day of judgment
Is God
really gonna worry about how much time I spent in the gym
Or will he judge me based on my faith and repentance from sin
So THEY
can take that to the bank and wheel and come again!!!