She is the

She is the African-American

Who puts her fist up and shouts...

"IM BLACK AND IM PROUD"

she is the definition of beauty

that when the sun touches her its like a kiss

skin so smooth you have to touch it.

she is the color of a autum day

a nice shade of brown

not to dark not to light.

she is the strong independent sista

the one every one looks to

but...but to the white eye

all they see is another black woman on wel-fare

or a crack addict momma

with two nappy headed kids

to the pimp down the street

he see a money maker

another piece to add to his collection

to the in and out boyfriend

he sees a quickie

and his bank account

she is a work of art

carefully built to perfection

the sista that makes everyhead turn

and brings a smile to your face

her momma could't be prouder

cause she gave birth to a queen

whom everyone adorns

never mean to a soul

and wouldn't hurt a fly

that niceness was taken advantage of

because to the mommas boyfriend

he saw something fresh and better

to the stranger on the street

he saw something he was gonna take

to her boss

he saw a nieve girl

that couldn't possibly know right from wrong

she was shot down, looked down upon

because rumor had it

that she was nothing but a dog.