She Does Not Know Her Beauty - Iyeoka (Live in Switzerland) video free download

"She Does Not Know Her Beauty" is from Iyeoka's album Black and Blues. Stream this song on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3Vz5AG8AmyTCheI1Bww3j3?si=LVNfD90PQLyl68kooWbi2A

Check out Iyeoka's latest album "Gold" here:

https://iyeoka.com/album/gold-official/

https://open.spotify.com/album/7fEwUlp0vau0WQDChE226a

Iyeoka performs "She Does Not Know Her Beauty" live at the Afro Pfingsten Festival in Winterthur, Switzerland.

Iyeoka performs "The Yellow Brick Road Song" live in part 2 of the Afro Pfingsten concert in Winterthur, Switzerland

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LYRICS

My name is Iyeoka Ivie Arabomen Okoawo

My father named me after my grandmother.

My name means I want to be respected."

She does not know her beauty

She thinks her brown skin has too many flaws

If she could see her image in the Unogbo River where her mother was born

She would know...

But the city holds no clear streams

West side streetlights shade the sunset's miracles

And the concrete covers the soft memory of the earth's unborn seed

Black is the color of her press and burned hair

She thinks her curls are too tight and short

If she could feel her natural birth locks blow in Arimogija's fresh breeze

On the hill her father once stood

She would know

But the girl does not know her own beauty

She thinks her lips are too thick

If she could hear Benin men whisper thoughts across the Atlantic ocean

Praying to touch her heart to win her for just one kiss

She would know...but

She thinks her eyes are dark and troubled

No one told her ebony was the color of the universe's wings

She thinks her nose is too flat

Her breasts too small

Her legs too long

She never learned how to dance you know...

Never learned how to run naked on the bank of a golden pond

Embracing her existence guided by the light of a tropical dawn

She forgets her name means

Precious child who harbors the beauty of an ocean pearl

She forgets she received her soul from her grandmother

Adopted the spirit of her mother

If she could recall the celebration they had at her birth

she would know...

If I could reach her

She would know

I would make it so there was cause for her to know

That she is more than a motherless child

Victim of an impressionable fate

Helpless before an inconsistent society's interpretation of what beauty stands for

But I cannot reach her...

If she chooses to be blind

Only she can choose to see

But the city holds no clear streams

West side streetlights shade the sunset's miracles

And the concrete covers the soft memory of the earth's unborn seed