They

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!!!