I AM A WOMAN

I'm precious I know it,

So what's the fear to commit n admit it,

I come in different sizes,

But boy I Don get no prizes,

Your just so jealous of me,

Say that once more n your just my 'wanna be'

I flaunt my beauty, I love my mascara,

My lipstick has its taste and yeah it falls ryt in place,

I'm tall, I'm short, I'm thin, I'm fat 

Don judge me by how I look coz I get to pick heels or just go flat,

I come in a package fun, weird, crazy, depressed, curious, boared,

Well here's why I am different coz life becomes monotonous if there ain't no difference,

I know I came from your rib bone,

But from there on I evolved on my own,

So Don expect something great of me 

Because I'm always gonna give u the unexpected me. 

And that's y I AM A WOMAN 

A SPECIAL ONE INDEED.

- SITARA S NAIDU

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