My body, My power
That’s what they say anyways
Beauty like a sunflower
No matter how much we weigh.
Beautiful from our head to our toes
Including our mismatched curves
What we wear is a form of expression, a way of life, and showing growth
It does not matter what you think you deserve
I can’t control the uncontrollable
Like the size of my chest or the size of my figure
Your opinions are disposable, unlovable, unknowable
They should be reconsidered, ‘cause they just make you sound bitter.
I won’t dress to make you happy
OR do what you want me to do
If I don’t want to do my hair, who cares if it’s nappy!
But I live in a society where none of these messages get through.
The way I sit is none of your business
Whether my legs are crossed or not
If I’m taking up space, I’m sorry but I’m not asking for your forgiveness.
I’m not the woman of your imagination, But of course, that’s something you never thought.
My body, My power
So I’m going to do what I want and wear what I please
Through every day and every hour
I am a woman, who else agrees?