Black Warriors

Black Warriors

It’s not just her full lips

It’s not just her thighs

It’s not just her hips

Nor is it her tired eyes

That make her a woman

It’s the constant praying

It’s the constant out cry

Of this Queen asking God “why?”

 

Why must she be the convicted?

Why must she be the sacrifice?

Why must she be the chosen warrior?

Why must she be the under-minded?

Why must she be the critique?

Why must she be the

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Why must she suffer from this life known as

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You know that kind of womanhood that NO ONE wants to acknowledge

That kind of womanhood that most people FAIL to address

You know that STRUGGLE of trying to find ways of wanted to be ACCEPTED

But everyday we see that it’s little shit about us that contribute to us being REJECTED

Our hair is either too NAPPY or maybe it’s too SOFT

Perhaps it’s too STRAIGHT but the edges still aren’t good enough

We are either too DARK or we are either too LIGHT

We are either too STRONG which in BLACK CONTEXT that means MAD

Which also means WRONG

Jesus is there anything about us that is ever RIGHT?

 

Our eyes are too brown or maybe they are too hazel

The only way we could ever be ACCEPTED is if we possess features of half baked looking bagel

Our nose is either too BIG or it’s either too WIDE

Or maybe it’s too creole looking…narrow….which apparently is the perfect size

Everyone wants to talk about their struggles

Everyone wants to talk about their pain

But NO ONE ever wants to talk about THE BLACK WOMAN living in vain

NO ONE ever wants to talk about THE BLACK WOMAN who fights not just her own battles

But the battles of others as well

NO ONE wants to put HER on a pedestal

Instead the put the woman who wants to looks like up high

NO ONE wants or cares to hear her cry

When it seems as though, crying and praying is our only outlet

Lifting ourselves up high is our only escape from not receiving the answer to “why?”

 

So it’s not just her full lips

And it’s not just her thighs

It’s not just her hips

But it is her tired eyes

It is her worn and torn spirit

It is her wailing through the night

That makes her a Black Warrior

It is our relentless fights

That makes us QUEENS

RISE BLACK WOMEN

STAND WITH ME BLACK QUEENS

LET US BALANCE ON OUR TWO FEET

FOR WE WILL NOT ACCEPT OUR ENEMY…DEFEAT

BLACK WARRIORS

 

 

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