The color purple drips from your face in confusion of your current state
Masking your identity making up an old being with a new European
Crimson strings from your cheeks as blood runs from your eyebrows
Plucked, waxed and made to say HUH!
Shadowing your sight to to observe the true sun rising
After the storm of hating who's really inside praying for a rainbow
You color your eyes to hide you pain from
Who Knows...
I know...
ReplyDeleteLyrics for an open mind and willing heart to love self and kind
ReplyDeleteSo, like most ghetto girls who haven't yet been turned into money-hungry heartless bitches by a godless money centered world, I have a problem: I love hard. Maybe too hard. Or maybe it's too hard for a people without structure-structure in the sense of knowing what African womanhood is.
ReplyDeleteNo Disrespect
Sister Souljah