A Black woman just-can’t be;
Modest black women are who we don’t see
Her assertion mistaken for anger
Confidence overruled by a hater
Highly sought out and imitated
Never duplicated, only addlepated
Natural features emulated though never replaced
Overlooked by the copies of her authentic face
Perpetuate her culture but denigrate when intrinsic
Envy is one hell of a drug that leads one to mimic
Her imitators are handmade;
No comparison; she’s God made
Her loyalty is foreign; have you question your ways
Even her kind play her; easily theirs
In the hands of another – she’s a chance that got away
Attempt to dismiss her by flaunting their hate
Mama ain’t raise no punk; stands up to their face
Roles resume in place
Karen’s call feds to cry their privilege on stage
5-O won’t question or acknowledge her race
Not the type to hold her tongue but a time and a place
When she feen for wisdom finna mark up her days
Unable to compete, start compiling
Collecting up lies to diminish her estate
Use her own as opps to dispose
Pry and jealousy to defile, expose
Her entire life was fighting the told
They couldn’t handle her aura or keep up to uphold
Her authority is innately hard to relate
Made for a King, no time for a fling
Black women make us proud of the times that were old
Our mothers were relentless, held standards of beauty
Grounded our fathers in their time of bleeding
Endure even more during that nine months of feeding
To downplay a black woman;
They capitalize on her sexually
Have her thinking she’s winning
While they play her value with monopoly
