Miss Understood
They call her pretty
They say she is beautiful
But the moment she has a bad hair day
Niggas turn the other way
They call independent
They say she can stand on her own
But the moment she needs a shoulder to cry on
They say “bitch you grown”
They call her intellectual
They say she is articulate
But the moment she expresses herself
She is being inappropriate
They call her ambitious
They say she is goal oriented
But the moment she sets standards and expectations
She is ridiculed without anyone’s hesitation
They call her confident
They say she is sure of herself
But the moment she speaks of what she knows
She is judged for being a cocky conceited hoe
They call her a bitch
They say she ain’t shit
They call her a beautiful soul
They say she is whole
She is viewed as good
She is perceived as this ignorant bitch from the sticks and woods
She is me
You see
At least I wish you could
At least I wish you would
She goes by the name of Miss Understood
Vashti S. Moore 