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 Mar 2014 Nikiah Evans
Bunhead17
Look at me...
I was made for you.
In ancient of days for you
Into your nostrils came forth life
Then I was gaved to you
I dwelled in caves with you
Held back in slave days with you.
Cried days, nights long, meant so
Much just to stay with you
Did you know I was raised with you?
I was raised by you?
Then I was turned around by some
Strengh, and I raised you too?
It was me.
I have always been right there
With you
And you are the reason why I do
Everything I do.
I remember a time when
The world wasn't amazed
By you
But yet I fore your babies
So that you could see you for you.
Yes... I was made to spend
My days with you.
So why don't you look at me?
Why don't you see me?
I have been in love with you but you
Weren't in love with me.
I came down from the sun to you,
From god. With you I sailed the sea
I've been for you and with you,
How could you not see me?
I carried babies for you
So that you could see yourself
Because that was your greatest wealth.
Its still your greatest wealth
And without me, you
Cannot recreate yourself
This is me; I am your dynasty
The way it was, the way it is,
And supposed to be
So why don't you look at me?
Why don't you know my worth and beauty?
Why doesn't your heart see me?
Why have you lost yourself?
Why don't you know your own wealth?
Why have you despised wisdom
And chose to decline your
Own self?
Why aren't you fighting for me?
I am almost absolute
Why do you believe you exist
In a world
That doesn't care
About me?
I wish you'd hear a burden
I wish you spoke the truth
I wish you understood some
Things
I wish that you was foolproof
... for I have loved you
But I do not believe you love
Me
Yet, I choose to believe in
Ourselves.
If I could just get you to see me
-look at me-
Copyright 12/5/13, all rights reserved falen acon. this goes out to all the black guys.. blacks girls are so unique but why is it that black dudes don't see that? Everyone else does.

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