My insides are outside,
and outside
I feel the pain inside. What's this bullshit
telling me lies!
Guys won't like me unless I submit
to artificial disguise?
The t.v. says I can be beautiful if
I follow it's lead.
Smear greasy makeup over exterior
to enhance natures beauty,
contort and distort
comfy flat feet,
to give the illusion I'm taller
than I appear to be?
These Disillusioned messages
are fucking with me!
Why do I gotta re-arrange
the gorgeous being that I be?
I adore my natty dreads, brown skin,
brown eyes. My african heritage
is intelligent,strong and wise.
Totally equal to any fair skinned face,
or male claiming omnipitence
over my Goddess ways.
The female species
is quite a misperception to me.
How can my sistas not see
the Power WE posses
collectively? Our mindful sexuality
makes us a coveted prize indeed.
So please,
don't give away precious gifts
as if they were useless.
Save them for a man
that knows how to respect it.
Boys think it's their right
to touch me hust because
they wanna fuck.
When these boys aint worth five minutes
of my time,unsatisfied.
I'd rather be alone,
then keep fake personalities
for fear of dwelling solo.
This spirit is free
from that superficial reality.
Oh my soul,
I can feel truth stating to unfold.
Feels like I'm knocking on heavens door.
I'm gonna rise
and take back former glory,
'bestowed to my kind!