Life's Unfair for the Goodhaired
I am a woman.
As
Black
As can be,
But my hair is too pretty to be
“That Black”
says the man.
Since my box braids slip from my scalp
And glide down my backside
As his hand does at the BBQ,
At the gathering,
At the lit event,
Too much to think
His touch is
Heaven sent
And still
Yes…..
I feel for him
Him,
The nigga who has only has two choices
To be a nerd, booking loving, sellout
Using sports and rhyme to set himself free
Or
A P90X juicehead from Jersey finding the heaviest
Dumbbell to bench press
In the middle of crossfire
Hoping to spark my interest
And still
Yes, I’m unimpressed
For I study day and night,
And night and day,
Up,
With the waking hour,
Up
When the lights away,
I stay.
With the intention of surpassing any fucking,
STEREOTYPICAL,
bad Bitch,
hot chick,
black girl misfit,
Bluford High
Characteristic,
Have you lost yo MONKEY ASS MIND?
And attempted
To conform me to.
I WAS BORN HERE TO! I’VE BEEN SCORNED HERE, TOO!
By both white and black man,
nothing to hold,
in the dimness of the lights end,
Eaten alive,
Blood wasted,
Mind tasted,
Image played,
Too diverse, too contagious.
And god forbid either catch my disease
me,
New York,
The melting pot,
Yet, in each camp there is not a slot
to sleep in,
seep in,
But still good enough
For their hands to seep into.
I
THE TRAITOR
Who is blind,
And still woke,
Who is kind,
And so far from
the most recent image of Harley Quinn.
Too much meat on my bones
To find a decent damn pair of fitted jeans
Cause size
does not matter,
When your hips are of the fatter,
And your waist is in between,
Shame on you man,
For making me the ideal image,
When stimulating every wet dream,
Assuring that my body
will never quite fit,
the clothes you sell to me
since I’m not “shaped like a white girl”.
And still I’m not black,
Even within my features
I’m at least
not black enough,
With an everlasting finished tan,
Of course, however
I am clearly not white
Since my hair isn’t bone straight,
curls far from too tight
Yes, Carols Daughter and Miss Jessie
you have robbed me,
ripped me, stripped me,
of all my damn right
To be who I am
Without any extra shit
I am just black
and that’s IT.
Appreciating
both sides of the pond,
Despite the fact that
I can’t swim.
IT GIRL
Lettered to the Madness
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