The invitation of love into a black woman's heart

Deep down she was a hopeless romantic Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it After all she was a black woman When she asked the world for love it laughed at her It's why she gave up, a story so tragic Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard And being black was considered unattractive It's why she hated herself Why she couldn't stand the mirror Why she couldn't look in it Her reflection was a vessel for the world's racism Telling her love was for those who had pretty privilege That love was for people who had a different lineage Those who were white and had the perfect 'image' The only 'love' she had know was fetisisation That the only attention she would receive Were from men who envisioned her naked Ones who were cowards Who couldn't look in her eyes But would gladly stare at cleavage It didn't help that being black and having a body Meant that people automatically assumed You were for everybody But when she started getting compliments From men who didn't have ulterior motives She felt it was a joke and then they would tell their friends That they had got with a black woman She was untrusting But what did they expect When the world has taught black women that love was not made for them But when she was wanted she felt confident Especially when they asked her parents To take her out She loved old school gentlemen After all those years of poor self image And the times she would get in her own head She decided She wouldn't self sabotage And she would finally let love into her heart