I've been a cover-girl
In magazines for single men
Worried about holding
The breasts pushed well out
With a brandy between my legs
And a motorbike behind the back
At first I was happy
Then I was sorry
I woman, I am a person
Dejected as an object
Like a bed doll
I do not want to be a slave
And not even being a mistress
I want to be only
A woman, a person
I was an exemplary mother
Six children to be raised
An abortion every two years
And I shut up to bear
If my man beat me
The neighbors admired me
I vented my hate and my love
on my children...
I woman, I am a person
Dejected as an object
Like a bed doll
I do not want to be a slave
And not even being a mistress
I want to be only
A woman, a person
I was an austere widow
Always strong, always black
I have been an example for everyone
I never went out at night
So many men looked for me
As long as on a strange night
I opened my door
They called me a slut...
I woman, I am a person
Unsold on the road
But lifted up as a saint
I do not want to be a slave
And not even being a mistress
I want to be only
A woman, a person