She's a queen in her own right.
She's labeled a crazy person because she has ideas of growth.
She's shy, but that's her disguise.
She could cook and clean, but she will refuse to be a house wife.
She's a leader, one of the world's greatest leaders.
She's my black-face tap dancing over the hearts of men.
She's coming to terms with her inner mammy.
She's only considered dark skin when around people who minds don't travel beyond their demography.
She's that bass you hear in every song living in the speakers of the cars driving by.
Devilish Funk in her heart