Yes, You’re a Woman (Part 2) (2016)
Still seen as the scourge of the earth by many,
Your skin complexion treated with the worth of a penny,
Yet you are the queens of the universe,
No matter the poem or verse,
Being a Black woman is far from a curse,
On the contrary, it is the reverse,
It is a blessing,
No matter how many times society tells you it is not,
They are still just now connecting the dots in this so sinister of plots
To rob you of your self-esteem and dreams,
So never mind the bogus magazine covers,
Deceitful lovers,
And worthless rubbers attached to the illegitimate brothers,
Time to open the blinds in this mutha,
And uncover the deep pain and hurt,
The abuse and lies that continue to insert themselves in your lives,
Your own family taught you to despise the brown in your eyes,
Self-hatred for a race so sacred,
Downright tragic and disgusting the many minds that are wasted
Following enslavement and its regenerating bliss,
It is time for an awakening out of this pestilence,
Because you deserve much better than what this society is willing to give you,
May these words shield you
From the deadbeats and distractions trying to thrill you,
As the hateful factions aim to kill you,
Amazing what so many of you have already lived through,
Respect is due,
Like the first of the month,
Some of these reality show women are the worst of the bunch,
Enough is enough,
You’re as annoying as Trump,
And just as dangerous as you poison the minds of the young Black girls
That are trying to make their way in this world,
Let us reenact on how not to act,
Fighting and carrying on,
And letting any old clown shove his nut sack in your “baby got back…”
Black is beautiful no matter the shade,
Your style and substance has allowed many roads to be paved,
You have a smile that last for days,
Beware of negativity and its menacing gaze,
This period of hardship is merely a phase,
Just keep your eye on the prize and let the creator have his way
I love and respect all women,
You are God’s gift to this earth,
But in this, like some of my past works,
It is time to give the Black women the respect she deserves,
These trifling brothers out here disrespecting and demeaning their mothers,
Sisters, nieces, aunts, cousins, grandmothers, and daughters,
Totally out of order
With their hateful social media posts, and immature boasts,
On how you played this one and that one from coast to coast,
And shame on the “Black Girl Lost” that allows this system to continue,
Every night a different Slumdog millionaire is on your menu,
Giving the little Black girls a dim view,
A grim view,
Especially in the projects,
Where a slim few
Reach what was said to be unattainable for the Black face,
Especially for a Sista,
Why allow the melodrama to be a permanent fixture in your picture,
Peace is always the best elixir,
Now this jackass wants to insult you
Because you wouldn’t give him the attention,
He isn’t your type,
That’s life,
But now he is turned half-goon, half henchman,
Immaturity,
For some unfortunately is their lot in life,
With no concept on how to treat a girlfriend or wife,
And fellas just because you’re a good man
It doesn’t mean you are promised a girlfriend,
Just pray you are fortunate enough to meet someone
That wants to share the same space as you
Prior to the world’s end,
Love is so damn fickle,
Give it time,
The designs between the heart and mind are a riddle by design,
No use in trying to solve it,
If I could sum it up in a few words,
It would be to know your worth,
That simple,
Yes, I know the games are fixed,
But they are still winnable,
Greatness and respect for self is attainable,
And these lowdown men are trainable,
Don’t give up on them,
But don’t let them run you either,
A delicate balancing act I know,
But God made us to be fighters…
Black is beautiful no matter the shade,
Your style and substance has allowed many roads to be paved,
You have a smile that last for days,
Beware of negativity and its menacing gaze,
This period of hardship is merely a phase,
Just keep your eye on the prize and let the creator have his way
Even in this day and age
The little Black girls aren’t given goals and dreams,
Or told they can do specific things,
Meanwhile if the Black boys develop a wicked jump shot,
Can rap or sing,
They are revered like kings,
Don’t get me wrong,
Some sistas get their due,
But still,
There is a lot of catching up to do,
The playing field is not level,
Unequal work wages,
The bogus stories told on the news stations,
They keep telling Black folk to have patience,
Your time will come,
Yet in 2016 people are still arguing about abortions and guns,
While others squabble and are killed over mere bread crumbs,
It takes a village to keep our children from becoming numb and dumb
To the circumstances around them,
Black women,
You’ve come a long way since the utter disgrace,
Of those racist bastards that had Saartjie Baartman on display
In the good old days of Paris,
Or have you,
Rather nightmarish how you continue to embarrass yourselves
By injecting God knows what inside your bodies,
A rather frightening hobby,
To add to or tarnish your priorities and God given attributes,
Don’t let the movies and television soap operas
Convince you that you’re not cute,
It’s a ruse,
I use your eternal beauty as a muse,
When writing this poetic brilliance,
Personified blues,
Follow your ancestors’ clues,
Learn about your history,
Walk amongst the giants in your stylish shoes,
And ignore those that ridicule,
The hell with their bullshit misconceptions and stereotypes,
Our existence wouldn’t be what it is today
Without the Black women’s might…
Black is beautiful no matter the shade,
Your style and substance has allowed many roads to be paved,
You have a smile that last for days,
Beware of negativity and its menacing gaze,
This period of hardship is merely a phase,
Just keep your eye on the prize and let the creator have his way
You graduated at the top of your class,
But still your hiring manager is only concerned with
Whether or not you’re going to give him some ass,
Back in the hood they labeled you as street trash,
And said your brother would either end up pumping gas
Or resort to illegal activities to make some cash,
But years later you are the Vice President of your corporation,
And he ended up serving in the Army to protect this nation,
It is funny how they try to discount you,
But yet are the same ones that want to mount you,
The scoundrels,
You must focus on excellence and pound through,
Aim for the stars that way you’ll at least end up on the roof,
Inspiration can be conjured from truth,
They say that no one should judge you
Until they walk in your shoes,
But many came before you,
And can teach you a thing or two,
Wisdom is women…down to her roots…
“It’s not the load that breaks you down, it’s the way you carry it.” – Lena Horne