She's a Black Woman

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful black queen,

Genesis, they called her. 

She'd been through more trials and tribulations than you've ever seen.

Her innocence, stolen.

A white man, with no decency.

To prey on young girls like Genesis.

To hate on black girls like Gensis.

To rape black girls like Genesis.

But she was strong.

She knew the world she lived in did not appreciate her.

She didn't cry once.

She never asked "why"

She had already known the answer.

And when she got older, they saw her.

Saw her like you've never seen.

Saw her as she was meant to be,

A black queen.

So when she sat at her big desk

Making important decisons

Pointing fingers, 

They all cried

"My God, she's a black woman."

 

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