What has the emancipated woman taught me…she’s still not comfortable in her own skin, body and self
She has yet to identify with who she is trying to aspire to be
When she looks into her mother’s mother eyes all she sees is a history of suppression
Blanketed by the teachings of oppressors
Yet she accepts these as her daily religion
Who do these beliefs represent?
She is always searching in the distance of her mind
Comparing herself to a norm not of her own
Shaping her life around the falseness that she has been born to
Sinking more into the nothingness slated to her way before her debut
Now looking into eyes that are lost, confused, abused and misconstrued
How does she free herself from this ignorance of control?
How does she unwrap herself from the mindset of “my body doesn’t look right, my hair is to nappy”?
How does she escape not being a stereo-type, a walking baby factory, a black man’s cross?
Never giving the chance to be free, to be loved, touched, courted the right way
Always being the other
When can she say here i am
I am a natural empress
A natural earthy woman
Strong intelligent woman
I am a sista
Love me, hold me
I know who i am