Who knows what toMight bring
If the next great leader
Will be born
Whether they grow from that greatness
Or take society's judgmental sting
Or if a minority president
Wiil be given a chance
Or if every wheelchair bound person
Will be touched by God's hand
Or if we'll raise enough
To cure every sick person under the sun
Or will rationality and statistics
Come into play
And ruin every sick child's hope
Of ever having any fun
Let me put in to you
Sorta kick my meaning up a notch
I, for one, don't want sit back and watch!
Ursula Tillery
Categories:
tillery, black african american, confusion,
Form: Lyric
How do measure someone's beauty?
Is it the thickness of their hips?
The smooth lined makeup on their face?
Or is the mystery of whats
Underneath all that
Makes you want to breathe?
The air in their space
You turn to the tv
Beautiful slender figures
Parade around the screen
Then a big brotha or sista walks by
So now you choose the option
To appreciate it or be mean
And that person tries to hide the pain
That feeling of inadequency
Makes want to eat away your the shame
Ursula Tillery
Categories:
tillery, black african american, confusion,
Form: Lyric
The woman i am now
Is only half the woman
I want to be
The man I am with
Is more than half the man
That I need
I was never really
Good at math
But when I put one and one together
It equals two people
That fit each others equation
Living everyday as if it was my last
I strive on
I push on
Day after day
Finding myself
The bits and pieces that make me, me
Building that other half
Of that woman I want to be
Ursula Breon Tillery
Categories:
tillery, black african american, confusion,
Form: Lyric