Black and White

Do you think me loud? Do you think me brash? Do you think I’m ignorant With no class? The things I have witnessed Breaks my heart No one tries to really see What we are about. We call ourselves strong Because we are! We call ourselves proud Because we are! We raise the black men You want so much Is it really a good thing To get rid of us? I cry out to the sky The heavens above I need an answer Before I do damage to someone God please help me To give them an answer One that is taken In good stature I have no problem None at all With races marrying one another For I want the same of myself But when you try to claim That I am loud and brash Think we are the ones Who raised the black men The ones you claim are better without us So please take all of this Into consideration We are the mothers, daughters, Sisters and aunts The same that raised you But with a twist no doubt We may look different But really we are the same Because I bet you have your own Loud, brash and ignorant days.