Some women of African Decent get so tired of all the trouble they go through with men, work, church, organization etc. I dedicated this poem to those who experience my pain.
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Poems on Society
Respect
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What am I to say From a colored woman's prospective today With my Brown skin Dark eyes Thrifty dreams African American eyes Feels like a hot breeze from Congo Blowing my way With echoes from the mountains And whispers Whispers Manipulating my soul To dance and sing And listen to the drummers Listen Shhhhhhhhhhh They are speaking to me Can't you hear? Sending a message out to us sista's Us women of color Us women of glory And eternal everlasting My ancestors look at us in discuss With our chemical treated hair Body exposed like we don't care And my back pressed up against the wall With my belly sticking out And my tears that stained my cheek And my intelligence turned weak Us colored women today, yes us colored women today What's next, they cut off the welfare checks What's new, sistas looking for something to do? And who's to say, we still gonna make more baba's Won't even give us a job Cause we belong to that African tribe Won't even love and respect our brother Cause we all have the dark skin color Don't color me black; don't call me a lady, Don't offer me fine wine, or a ride in your Mercedes Don't give me your heart, or your passionate love campaign Don't give me some other sister, worry to gain Just give me truth, something pure and clean Just give me respect like an African queen |
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