I'm a big girl with a big name I love whole-heartedly I think with my brain And when people ask Am I'm suppose to feel shame? When they don't ask the background when they over hear my name Misspelled or misheard To them it all sounds the same there's no history Just black culture, no change
I don't roll my eyes just for attitude I do so because your opinion is annoying and possibly insane Not to mention rude
I don't roll my neck to be ghetto It is an expression of my frustration at the ignorance that you are demonstrating.
And I don't speak slang because it's the only words I know But it's a reminder of how my ancestors were forced to live with as little education as that yet still have so much more to show
And when I dance it's not to show off my body nor break my back But to tell a story with my hips so that you'll never forget that I AM DIFFERENT AND I AM PROUD And my skin color shouldn't have anything to do with that now It's 2014 Not the 1800s anymore Never again your down low *****
But people keep assuming before I even open my mouth That i have no future No good upbringing Since when were "ghetto" names defining Well, since when were they not But I will walk with pride across that stage Only time you'll see my face on the news is for something great Because I'm a big girl with a big name I love whole-heartedly I think with my big brain I feel no shame I just smile because I know one day People will know my name It's not the 1800s anymore It's the year 2014
A poem for the girls with names that are "ghetto/or different"