Just Like You
I can't pop my gum when I speak
I was born without that gene
I don't show the fullness of my hips through the tight fit of my jeans
I like breathing
I don't accentuate my words with a finger cutting through the air
My meaning still comes through
I may not act like you, walk like you or talk like you
I am still a Black Woman
We share the same passion and pain
Our mothers and grandmothers gave us our sass
Our fathers and grandfathers gave us our strength
I may not be just like you but I am you
A Black Woman
Copyright © Monica Evette | Year Posted 2010
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