sexydeltagirl
01-14-06, 02:21 PM
I am congested, my face is flushed cause my self-conscious is hurting....
I am chasing an imaginary extistence, trying to find my real self within...
She's hidden in this image of what I should look like...
Should my hair be straight or of a wooly texture....
Does that make me a real "Black Women"...
Eventhough throughout the course of my day, I'm uplifting my race...
Telling these young black men to read between the lines, it a muthafvckin set-up...
Telling them you only can get so big before you get locked up or bullets find shelter in your carcass....
What the Fvck you want from me....
I'm a muthafvckin social worker....
Shyt has me on edge, as I comb through my permed hair...
They want us dead..... all of us, even Oprah....
I'm raising my fist and challenging the "Man"
But is the man....Me
Am I making this race to the finish line harder than it is...
The obstacles in front of me come in all shades yet when I look white people in the eye I see the devil...
But when I look in the mirror and look at my reflection the color is light brown...
Shyt if real fvcked up, I need to get my shyt in order....
I'm standing with my back against the wall ready to lash out...
Years of letting shyt slide and laughing it off are long gone....
I beg you to step to me again, approach me in the same manner you did in the beginning, keep filling my existance with your nonsense.....
Channel 4, 5... it's all the same...
We are the enemy...
I'm doing the best that I can....there are only 24 hours in a day, but I don't count the hours that I'm sleeping cause I'm working then 2....
Not resting....time elapses,
Trying to escape these nightmares, restless nights...
Only to wake up and do it all over again...
Open your eyes....WOMAN!
You see what you have created, force feeding me.....your bullsh!t on a daily basis...their faces painted, sun created shades trying to be me....
My lips are quite plump, yet they inject theirs with fat to create what GOD gave me...
Why am I not the standard of beauty?
You are a habitual liar...
Mentally castrating my brothers and expecting me to remain silent...
I"m struggling....God help me....
Why you didn't tell me in the beginning that I would react this way....
I'm killing myself so that others can live....
I am chasing an imaginary extistence, trying to find my real self within...
She's hidden in this image of what I should look like...
Should my hair be straight or of a wooly texture....
Does that make me a real "Black Women"...
Eventhough throughout the course of my day, I'm uplifting my race...
Telling these young black men to read between the lines, it a muthafvckin set-up...
Telling them you only can get so big before you get locked up or bullets find shelter in your carcass....
What the Fvck you want from me....
I'm a muthafvckin social worker....
Shyt has me on edge, as I comb through my permed hair...
They want us dead..... all of us, even Oprah....
I'm raising my fist and challenging the "Man"
But is the man....Me
Am I making this race to the finish line harder than it is...
The obstacles in front of me come in all shades yet when I look white people in the eye I see the devil...
But when I look in the mirror and look at my reflection the color is light brown...
Shyt if real fvcked up, I need to get my shyt in order....
I'm standing with my back against the wall ready to lash out...
Years of letting shyt slide and laughing it off are long gone....
I beg you to step to me again, approach me in the same manner you did in the beginning, keep filling my existance with your nonsense.....
Channel 4, 5... it's all the same...
We are the enemy...
I'm doing the best that I can....there are only 24 hours in a day, but I don't count the hours that I'm sleeping cause I'm working then 2....
Not resting....time elapses,
Trying to escape these nightmares, restless nights...
Only to wake up and do it all over again...
Open your eyes....WOMAN!
You see what you have created, force feeding me.....your bullsh!t on a daily basis...their faces painted, sun created shades trying to be me....
My lips are quite plump, yet they inject theirs with fat to create what GOD gave me...
Why am I not the standard of beauty?
You are a habitual liar...
Mentally castrating my brothers and expecting me to remain silent...
I"m struggling....God help me....
Why you didn't tell me in the beginning that I would react this way....
I'm killing myself so that others can live....