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    Black Woman


    Black Woman

    Being a Black Woman is certainly surreal. We want to be loved but most don't care how we feel. We fight to be heard, for respect, to be treated fair but some choose to degrade us or act like we're not there. Our mouths are condemned, our minds are disgraced and the hurt that we live can be seen on our face. We don't want your pity, we don't need your hook but most percussion's of Black Women can't be found in no books. Our loyalty has been strong, for Black Men we don't stray but some treat us like cattle or try to push us away. Our education won't change it, our raising children is no call. I think the history books will say we've done nothing at all. But as I enter another season, I'll hit 50 with grace, my legacy for loving my children you can not erase. A wall filled with degrees and my business will soar. You don't have to like me, just don't fight me anymore. I'm monolithic. I'm dynamic. I'm truly a beast. I am Queen mother, the matriarch, the head of the feast. I'm big mama, your nana, Black Sister, your root. I'm Black Queen, true royalty, the one you shall salute. God's glory!!!!
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