Why?
Why do they ignore me?
Is it the curve of my lips?
Is it the strides of my hips?
Is it my creamy silky chocolate skin?
Is it the hair that flows with the ocean?
Is it the sassiness that pulls men off their feet?
Is it my intelligence that unnerves you?
Why do they stare?
Is it my luscious plump curves?
Is it the compassion that cushions others?
Is it the glow that shines the moon?
Is it the smile that turns that frown upside down?
Is it my creative mind that upsets you?
Why do they laugh?
Is it the voice that uplifts millions?
Is it the shine in my eyes?
Is it the laugh that puts tears in your eyes?
Is it the soul that moves mountains?
Is it the care of my hands?
Is it the courage that plows the path for your generation?
It is the lips of my mother
It is the skin that belongs to millions
It is the hair of my ancestors
It is the compassion that puts you on your knees
It is the hands that built the world
It is the soul that makes the world tremble
It is the courage that confounds you
I will not bow my head
Nor tremble in a corner
I will not cower from your insults
You are merely but a shadow that blocks my time to shine