Watch me walk, watch me stand,
I'm not at all ashamed, it's promise, not chance.
A little praise stomp makes the earth shake,
Ya girls' holy hollers of praise in battle bring the earthquake.
Body crafted reverently with grace and care,
Love and kindness in her stare.
Brown skin, blessed by the sun.
I make others give pause at a confident woman who doesn't run.
I ain't sorry,
That I'm much more than a body ody ody, baby!