Raisins

Black women are like raisins 

Born in a society where false beauty is custom, black women grow accustom to plastic swags and self oppression. With hair like wool they believe in the ideology of America. Which is strait hair, make-up, and designer clothes as mask of beauty. Looking in the mirror they claim they see ugly and they hate themselves. So they use chemicals and weave as tools of beauty not knowing that it's holding back their natural beauty which is soaked in God's grace. These women live like fantasies and fables; they taint theirselves with designer labels and bathe in the finest of riches. They drink from youth fountains that suck youth. And eat fruits from Eden's garden. So their eyes open things to things previously unseen. They are puppets to rap music and icons to pop music as they dance to the rhythm of lust until their platinum bones rust and slowly turn to dust. They are queens but are captivated by the grasp of desires. So they become fashion tyrants drinking shots like fueling fires until their egos become giants. So they become fashion tyrants drinking shots like fueling fires until their mental states run RAMPANT. They are shining stars with broken constellations spiraling out of control. So their sharp clever minds like swords whose blades  have become dull from misuse and self abuse brings their mental state at a permanent hold. As men we are their servants; their peasants; their pawns in a chess game as WE wage wars over black berries that are rotten and dried from the sun's grace like raisins. Black women are like raisins.