'beautiful black woman'
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Nana always told me dress for the occasion
Now we dress like princesses to go kill kings
We smile and lace up our corsets
Laugh and sharpen our blades
Nana always told me dress for the occasion
Now we dress like princesses to go kill kings
We smile and lace up our corsets
Laugh and sharpen our blades
Have you ever thought what goes through a man's mind when he see you for the
first time ?
Oh well it goes like this, they look at us and say she got body and looks with ass i
gotta make her mine.
"Growin' like a Baoba tree" and I look down at my feet
That walked the African soil as a child
Running around carefree
"Motherland drip on me" and the memories roll in
of the Congolese sun shinning
I find myself within you when you look at me
when our lonely bodies sway in this space
I do not see brokenness
but rather our enduring strength.
Lil white boys
Yes, you
I am talking.
For once, I am taking up space
Listen.
What are you, scared?
She is Black
She is talked down on, raped, oppressed
She is Black
She is beautiful, intelligent, powerful
She is Black
She is accused, beaten, broken
She is Black
She is Black
She is talked down on, raped, oppressed
She is Black
She is beautiful, intelligent, powerful
She is Black
She is accused, beaten, broken
She is Black
He called me beautiful but that didn't change anything in me
Its not that I didn't believe him but it has to come within me to believe
She’s not your normal mythShe doesn’t live in the clouds,However, her hair is made of them. She wasn’t cursed by a jealous lover, butShe was cursed by society. She doesn’t have tales to make you idolize her.
People watch, but not with their eyes; they watch with groins, hands, and minds
You “front” so they look from behind, you’re tough so they’ll take their time
We all start off CARELESS, wonderful and free
How did the day come when CARES came to me
Everyone walks around with these complex machines
These machines are of the devil , they alter our reality
I’m angry. And I have a right to be. Because ain’t nobody fighting hard enough for our EQUALITY.
I Am Me
A strong independent black woman.
Made up of melanin and dark brown honey eyes. I am me
From the color of my skin to the texture of my hair.
Oh, powerful Sun
Illuminated still
Like a plant, I reach to you
’til I’ve had my fill.
So, I flower & I fruit
& make aromatic scents
with my skin living in
perpetual radiance.
You look upon my skin with disgust
Yet you spend hours of your life darkening your skin by the sun
Why do you risk cancer to look like me?
Remember me,
A black woman,
Of West Indies descent,
Remember me,
A black woman,
With billows of coarse kinky hair,
Remember me,
A black woman,
With the body of an enchantress ,
Once knew this girl,typical self hatred ran deep
Like a kangaroo that hated it's own leap
She was out of pocket with her tongue
Her pain was old but her voice was young
The color of my skin determines where I will go in life It determines what i will becomeIt determines how much respect I receive It determines how I'm looked upon
Duality of Historic and Modern Black Women
-- 1957
Books, carassed in her arm,
Elizabeth, pressed on.
Brown is a mix of innocence and experience, because not everything is as easy in black and white. It is a blend of the natural essence in life. Her warmth assembled into your irises to turn the way you see things.
Warm cocoa butter kisses graze the skin
Its dark complexion craves attention
Denial of it true beauty is a deadly sin
But its tale of bravery is worth a mention
In the beginning there was void, and God’s spirit moved the water and said “light be”, and the sun was here just as you appeared after I spoke to your existence in a prayer, or was it a dream? And it was revealed to me how your kind came to be
Her melanin glows like the orange sun
Her dark- chocolate complexion- so fine
As she walks by, who can be compared-none
Her red, rosy lips stand out like red wine
BLACK LIVES MATTER
BLACK LIVES MATTER
BLACK LIVES MATTER
BLACK LIVES MATTER
BLACK LIVES MATTER
BLACK LIVES MATTER
BLACK LIVES MATTER
BLACK LIVES MATTER
BLACK LIVES MATTER
Dear Society, why hate on me?
No matter how I wear my hair still so hard to please.
Dear Society, why can't I be great?
Shall I lighten my skin & lose some weight?
Dear Society, do you think I'll be successful?
To the darkskinned black girl,
You are compromised of honey, cacao, love, soul, and have been delicately, intricately, and selectively crafted by the very fingers of God himself.
