It’s written all over your strong face
Sketched across your thick skin
And burned in your intense eyes
Dear Black Woman,
Don’t believe the lies.
Shut your eyes to the bleached Hollywood
And cover your ears to the ignorant opinions of those who believe in said bleached Hollywood
Because that’s not what’s true
That’s not what’s you.
Embrace the kink in your hair
Like your big nose, and love your even bigger lips
Become one with your body and flaunt your God-given hips
Dear Black Woman,
You don’t fit your stereotype, your stereotype fits you
Because you have the right to be angry
You have the right to mad
And you have the right to be pissed
‘Cause everything on this Earth, you bore
Yet they treat you like you have no part in it
Dear Black Woman,
It’s like you just can’t win for losing
Like there’s some type of system in place to see you fail
Like there’s this hidden agenda to make sure you never know peace
A twisted game that keeps you sick and tired of going 3 steps forward just to be knocked 10 steps back
Where at the end of the day, you’re asking, “Why even go through all of that?”
Dear Black Woman,
Why is it every time your name comes up, something negative comes along with it?
“Oh, you pretty for a Black girl.”
“I just love your skin. You so light I never would have thought you were Black, girl.”
“Damn, you fine. Look at all that back girl.
When you gon let a real nigga slide something in between that crack girl?
They say the darker the berry the sweeter the juice, so you know I gotta get a Black girl”
Dear Black Woman,
Tell me how are you supposed to love in life if niggas ain’t shit?
How are you supposed to trust a person if you can’t trust the person you were made to be with?
Because “I’m single and ready to mingle”
Don’t sound like, “I’m single with 3 kids, 2 jobs, a mortgage and a car note?”
Or is it because the nigga that hears you got all of that
Will be the same one to use you up and leave your heart broke?
Dear Black Woman,
Whose nose grew bigger every time her nostrils flared because her temper couldn’t
Whose lips carried the weight of all the words left unsaid
Whose eyes burned with fire for every time looks could have killed
Whose skin grew an extra layer to bear the lashes of a tongue
And whose curls represent every time she couldn’t sit back and unwind
Dear Black Woman,
I don’t know how you deal with it
And because of that, I’m jealous
But I want you to know, what you’re going through, I understand.
Sincerely signed,
A big nosed, thick lipped, fire eyed, thick skinned, curly haired Black Man
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