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 ****
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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
