I Know It’s Tough
Success as rare as a lunar eclipse.
The world pulls us down as we try to rise.
The stereotypes we must fight,
Black women, come together, unite
We must stand our ground and fight
Just because we were born black and not white?
Black women are a unique breed,
That is currently being overtaken by the weeds,
In the garden called life.
Who’ll be the one to cut the overgrowth with a knife?
Water the flowers who have lived through the strife?
Colors vibrant, bright, and keen
Flowers, Black women, yes, you are Queens.
And no other word in between.
Not hoe, trick, or bitch
Said in a strong, demeaning pitch
This damaging attitude needs to switch.
But you show respect,
In order to get respect.
So no more niggers and negroes,
Just brothers who understand how being black in this world goes.
Some white men might not agree with my prose
But the truth I speak, the truth I write
I can’t ignore the things in my sight
A black woman is more than a baby mama,
One day, I hope to see thousands of women like Michelle Obama.
Using their brain to change this world.
Being role models for black little girls.
Until then, the struggle will continue on
Being transferred to the struggles of our spawn
Just remember to keep that head up
And to own that so called voluptuous butt.