have you ever heard a whisper so loud
it had no name to claim
i heard my sistas crying
for the love they never gained
i saw my sistas falling
for the pride we lost in the rain
we are our own nation
ready to attack the pain
we love our beauty
proud that we'll never look the same
we hold our heads high
and look into the sky
we see our past, present,
and even what lies ahead
to be a DIVA is to die for
cause if not a DIVA
i rather be dead.