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THE “SIMULATED WOMAN” IS ONE WHO HAS LOST HER TRUE IDENTITY THEREFORE WHAT IS A "SIMULATED WOMAN" TO DO??? |
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| WHAT IS A "SIMULATED WOMAN" TO DO WHEN EYES ARE ON HER |
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They stare
They Gaze
They watch
I am afraid to look back
Afraid of what I might see
So I just
Sneak a quick look
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Afraid of what I might see
In the eyes of those who look at me
What is it that I see in the eyes of those who look at me?
Is it shock, fear, or amazement?
Dear god what is on their mind even though it is obvious?
I cannot stand to look so
I
PEEK-A-BOO
Eyes look fixedly on me
They frighten me
They make me want to run and hide
What is it that they SEE?
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Oh but that I was a little girl again
Oh to hear mama and daddy say
Our little girl isn’t she beautiful
How I hate mirrors that tell me the truth
Mirrors that tells me gone is my youth
Mama and daddy are gone
Dear God tell me what is a simulated woman to do
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How did I get this way
Where did I fall along my way?
How did I loose my true identity?
How does a simulated woman find her way to recovery?
How does a simulated woman open her eyes to see?
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I am not a fake woman
But I am not a real woman
I am like a simulated diamond
You can't see the difference with the naked eye
I know the truth but I can't live the truth
Therefore I live a lie
Now after some fifty years
I am ready to take my mind back
I know the pain of suffering
Because of having your mind controlled
Therefore I am taking my mind back
I have been enlightened
I have eyes all over me
Therefore I SEE
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I HAVE BEEN EMPOWERED
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| WHAT IS A "SIMULATED WOMAN" TO DO??? |
I AM NOW READY TO TAKE CONTROL OF MY MIND
I AM READY TO BE THE WOMAN GOD CREATED ME TO BE
There is a woman inside of me
A woman that I do not know how to allow to live
It has taken me fifty years to create her
I cannot appreciate who she really is unless
She is allowed to express herself
It has taken 50 years for me, myself and I and others
To put me together
There is a woman inside me that can only be real in the dark
Because of fear of rejection and rebuke
She tries to reveal herself to me in a dream
But something wakes me up and tells me
I cannot believe in dreams
Dear God please help me because I am getting old
And this woman inside me I have just got to get to know before I die
Come woman inside of me
Become one with the outer woman
Come make me whole, come make me real
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I want to put on my high heel shoes and go out dancing
I want to make love to a man and I don’t want it to be only in my dreams
There is so much I imagine this woman inside of me have to give
Now I am a walking dead woman but no one will bury me
Because I am pretending to be alive
In the dark I can see my talents and gifts
Some times I see my light but it is so bright until I can’t look at it
Everything I want
Everything I want to do
When I go after it
“THE DOOR”
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The door keeper tells me
I do not qualify to come in
All my life I walked away
As the doorkeeper slammed the door in my face
I walked away in disgrace
Never finding my place
“DOORPERSON”
Step aside!
You are in my way!
CHANGE THE RULE
OR
I AM COMING OUT LIKE A
“THREE HEADED FOOL”
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