Biracial Woman
A Beautiful biracial
woman Do you wonder where her secret lies.
In her full thick curly hair or in her eyes
What is she? Where is she from?
You can never truly tell
Confused by the chink in her eyes,
The plump of her lips,
The point of her nose,
And the bend of her hips.
A beautiful biracial woman
You wonder where her secret lies.
Defined by others who push her to choose a side
Call her confused or naive
When inside shes content with her being
A beautiful biracial woman
Do you wonder where her secret lies.
In the voice of her accent or in the tint of her skin
The sass in her step or the flavor in her dance.
A beautiful biracial woman
You wonder where her secret lies.
Stares from every corner
Unraveling her inner mystery
Something they can’t touch
Something they try to see.
A beautiful biracial woman
Do you wonder where her secret lies.
In the shine of her smile,
The curve of her waist,
Or the colors in her style.
A Beautiful biracial woman
You wonder where her secret lies.
Are you finally seeing The reasons why her heads held high.
She doesn’t need to flaunt
Or have to act out to be recognized
And when you see her passing by
She has the most pride filled inside.
Because, It’s not the chink in her eyes,
The plump of her lips,
The point of her nose,
The bend of her hips,
Not the voice of her accent or in the tint of
her skin,
The sass in her step or the flavor in her dance,
The shine of her smile,
The curve of her waist,
Or the colors in her style
But a beautiful biracial woman
And still you’ll wonder where her secret lies.
