I don't wanna be
No cosmopolitan woman
With big ol' city sophistication
And a façade of perfection
Every page of the story
Filled with predictability
Of a lost soul
A hole in your heart
Only filled up temporarily
By clothes
And money
And 101 ways to find Mr. Right
By sex and superficiality
Cause we've all lost sight.
No, I don't wanna be
A cosmopolitan woman
I just wanna be myself
I may not be perfect
But I am brave
May have pimples on my skin
But my glow is from within
I damn sho ain't cosmopolitan
And you won't find me on the cover.
Pages of a magazine rip and tear
With time the people are forgotten
Stories are outdated
But you'll never find a hole in my soul
And my story keeps growing
And only gets better
I have real skin that's tough like leather
I'm a go-getter
And I'm gonna win
Who gives a shit about cosmopolitan
Even only in my beginning stages
I'm more than just a silent woman
Frozen on white pages
Sick of these cages
But I am a lion
In my differences I am defiant
And that is more beautiful
Than any photo shoot
Than any cover story
Fixed with Photoshop
It's gotta stop
This image of beauty
Is all wrong
But it's been going on too long to realize
The prize is down inside the deepest region
Of your available soul
Behold
Read the story
And let it be told
Even in my beginning stages
I am more than just a silent woman
Frozen on white pages.
