everything's changing
yet i'm here still remaining
growing stronger and gaining
my Light from what pained me

(the)re is
something about the (way) they leave
that recalls (my)soul's eternities
something the (eyes can)not perceive
but is felt in every (hear)t that beats
i feel (you) all ~ c o l l e c t i v e l y

The experience of a black woman is one that can not be imitated
Although it is not always enough or even always reciprocated
Her heart is full of love, almost bursting out of her chest
And even when it gets tough, the black woman always tries her best
She longs for an equal who shares her level of intellect
Someone to listen to all her problems and attempt to put them in retrospect
The black woman often fears sharing any of her thoughts
For fear of being labeled the angry black woman, which she’s heard lots
Some black men refuse to date a black woman because of her attitude
But thank you to those strong black men that show them so much gratitude
Sometimes the black woman confidently wears her hair natural
The time she takes to detangle each curl is truly admirable
Other times she doubts her beauty as she is surrounded by Eurocentric guidelines
Men gawk at the beauty of those with straight long hair as she stands on the sidelines
Sometimes the black woman adores all of her god given features
But when she sees the women men covet she feels like an ugly creature
The black woman comes in all different sizes, shapes, and color
And instead of black women competing with one another
They must stand together and see the beauty in being black
So that they can truly understand that beauty is not something that they lack
My sisters, all of my black sisters, thank you for making me feel so human
Because no one understands the experience of black woman like a black woman.

you were the sun.
i was the moon.
you were the center of the universe.
i was designated to someone else.
you've got everything you need,
but i only needed you to breathe.

Grandma bound her feet
never once did she complain
she obeyed her mum