My Black Beautiful Sistahs of Color
My Black Beautiful Sistahs of ColorWhy you always hating on me
Is it because of my pleasant personality
or could it be the eloquence in which I speak
Or maybe its because i've taken all my God given talents
and used them to set me free
Maybe its my caramel colored complexion
that glisstens in the sun
Oh I know it must be that handsome king you seen me with the loves me and calls me hun
Or could it be the confidence conveyed in my stride
or is it that I represent the very essence of Black Pride
But is that really enough information about me to make a conscious decision about who I am or who I be or are you just coming up with all types of weak excuses to degrade a sister, because all you really want is to be me.
My black beautiful sistahs of color
we suppose to be on the same team
but instead you choose to hate me, call me out my name, plot and scheme just because you didn't always make the right decisions in your life now your trying to steal my dreams.
My Black beautiful sistahs of color
if you did a thorough examination of your self today,
you would find many hidden treasures and talents just waiting for you to display, waiting for you to tap into them, so you too can be proud. So the next time you see a bunch of black beautiful sistahs standing strong and confident in a crowd, you can cry out, those are my black beautiful sistahs of color, so loud, because being proud of your black beautiful sistahs of color has now become a style.
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