Here is another lyric I wrote that has yet to have music.
A Woman of Substance
I'm a woman of substance.
I avoid all fake and fluff
when life's challenge is too tough,
made from such substantial stuff,
saying when I've had enough.
My wit flows right off the cuff.
I'm a woman of substance.
Stretching to the nth degree,
Smashing blockades vehemently.
My heart's a monstrosity.
Passions burn quite frequently.
being best that I can be.
I'm a woman of substance.
I demand and give respect.
High performance I expect.
Toxic people I reject
seeking that which is correct
rumors some will not dissect.
I'm a woman of substance.
Anti-confrontational
anger's operational
Life is so sensational.
Love is motivational.
even if occasional
I'm a woman of substance.
Having such a sense of humor
sometimes I'm a stylish groomer.
Being called a "Baby Boomer"
and a very bright consumer
who thinks bigotry's a tumor.
I'm a woman of substance.
Just don't think I am naive.
Find out what is up my sleeve.
Don't yell or argue. Just leave.
Time's too short to sit and grieve.
I support what I believe.
I'm a woman, a woman of substance.
Barbara Lois Fullard
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