The Women's Cause 
Am I the women you always wanted to be?
With my heels that determine the switch in my hips
You rather bring me down than to see me smile
Am I the women you always wanted to be?
A cool aid smile that makes the shape of a you
As sweet as a lime picked from cherry tree
Are you mad of my hips witch makes a swish!
As my eyes narrow in like bull
Am i the women you always wanted to be?
As a tall tree represents the lady I am going to be and the lady you will never be
I am like a sunset going down
You will catch me always shining and smiling but you will never catch me frown
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