African Queen

I was taught to be afraid

Cause my skin was a target

A target that the man on the corner would rape 

But to all “I was asking for it.”I was taught to be a wife

Cause as a black women, I was only good for two things “housework” and “the bed.”I was taught to be weak 

Cause the men was stronger 

How a black women couldn’t do the things men do

I was taught to hide.To hide my black mocha skin as I turn myself 

Into that model that they see on t.v.You know, that white skin, tall, skinny chick

With the long silk hair that flows in the wind

While instead my hair gets nappy with only a drop of water.Tellin’ myself that God curse me with this body 

Cause I couldn’t find a man who love me.Why? Cause all our men was going to the white girls.

Havin’ me to question my beauty like, “Am I not beautiful enough?” What’s so good about them?” Or “What they have that I don’t got?”

Cause little do they know, them white girls wanna be like me 

But the way everyone think we are.

That loud, ratchet girl with the big ass ghetto booty 

That rocks and toss as I walk my walk.

But that’s just bullshit right?

Cause….(pause for a second).I was raised to be a Queen

Cause I didn’t need a King to protect me.I was raised to love myself 

Cause one day my mocha skin would be the first to do things.I was raised to be strong

To never let my crown fall

As I walk to my throne.I was raised as a warrior 

Cause like a knight, I fight with horror.Last but not least,

I was raised to be me cause like a love story 

I love myself from beginning to end.