I am a beautiful black woman living in a society that wishes to mold me, But my self-respect won't allow anyone but myself to
Define Me.

I don't have a need to be trendy, Insubstantial judgements rarely do offend me. I am who I am and I choose freely who I wish to be. It is not hard to fathom how I Define Me.

I don't need to speak Ebonics, pretending to be hooked on Phonics, Just to get in where I fit in with shallow cliques and deceitful friends. God made me beautifully articulate, you see, and I Define Me.

I don't need a man standing by my side to attain a sense of self-pride, A strong man's love is a commodity to be known, but before a man undermines my strengths, I'd gladly stand alone.

Do I possess weaknesses, Yes, that;s for sure, but what makes me the queen that I am is my ability to endure. You see, I Define Me.

It's not always done easily because the perils of a weak society often catch us in an unjust propriety. They say that an educated Black Woman is something to be feared, but as she chooses her path and Defines who she is, she is something to be revered.

I was not presented with a silver spoon at the time of my birth, and I didn't wait around for the world to determine my intrinsic worth, I chose to stand out, Never waiting for a hand out, I chose never to wait on destimy when I was pefectly capable of Defining Me.

Intrigued by my intrepidity, some ridicule the woman I am, and if it were not my own sisters and brothers, Hey, I might not give a damn, You see, I Define Me.

Please take off your blinders and see this world won't give credit where it's due Until you stand on your own and decide to Define You.