You insist on running around town looking and acting like a clown.
Big head in the clouds, tiny toes tipping across the ground
Making a lot of noise, doing any and everything you can to attract the boys.
You’re too grown for this, so miss me with this.
I refuse to pull up a seat and watch as you self destruct.
Like a mirror, I can’t lie;
I won’t stick around and be your alibi.
I can’t have friends with no couth .
I run with winners and warriors; women who fight for their families and homes. Women who recognize that they are fully grown.
We are daughters of the sun who don’t give up until the race is won.
We don’t self destruct.
We don’t give in. We don’t care whether or not we fit in- we were born to stand out!
We are both Winner and Warrior and without a doubt…
We don’t self destruct!