To Be a Black Woman In America
To be a thing that no one wants
is to live a life of woe
Those backward looks, anger mistook
impede our worldly flow
All shades, all hues, we know it's true
Our skin is a delight
But beauty or not, what is it worth
when it's a cause of daily plight
She's angry, she's loud, must be a slut
Her hair a kinky mess
Such a lazy groove and we must improve
her immodest form of dress
Our shapes and curves smoothly serve
All different types of looks
Hair a crown, sisters around
Together, we hit the books
Or go clubbing, or shopping, or skiing in Tahoe
Things that women normally do
But to be a Black woman in America must mean
That all actions are misconstrued
Our natural shape - immodesty
Our hair - a workplace sin
Our voices - too heated, speak quietly
Emotions - to be held within
These biased thoughts and hidden snickers
A truly scornful sight
I'm trying to learn to love myself
I shall be a victor in this fight
I'm not a f***ing robot
So take your thoughts and go
For to be a Black Woman in America
can be a thing of woe
Just leave me be so I can learn
I believe self-love is taught
Cause though I might be hated here
There's no need to be distraught
For the light, it bounces off my skin
My hair grows to the sun
My body, a gift from mother nature herself
and with the earth, I am one
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