MEDIA’S EYES

I remember the first time we met
You were exposing a thick black female
Where a guy was beating her drums
Ignoring where she came from
Seen as a object to the guy
I think my insides just died

Hello Mr. media, (pause)
According to you I am unapproachable and rude
So quick to post a nude
Knowledge for me is booed
Ass shaking is wooed
An object that satisfy your needs
Can't take no lead

Neck rolling, finger snapping, tongue clicking
Easy for your access
Let me make it easy and cut this bs
Not trying to come off as rude  
I just can care less
Oop did I hurt your fragile ego
Don't treat me as your negro
Okay "amigo"

In your eyes I'm known as a Jezebel
Where yelling no is a turn on
Might even try to make you small
Easier for you to leave and be gone
A person that won't spread her legs
Oh please, don't even try to beg
I'll take my role AND take control
 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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