A Woman That Looks Like Me

A woman that looks like me,
Angela Davis I believe,
Standing on her own two feet,
Her skin and curls the same as mine,
Only, her power is more defined,
She is splendor and grace,
I am nothing more than a disgrace,
I have lost my own identity,
Falling in line with the obscenity,
I have lost my way.
Denying my blackness for others' pleasure,
Knowing that they see me, my wrapping, and they measure,
She broke that measure and replaced it with her own,
Marking the pattern with her hands and refusing to be unknown.
Her panther eyes saw what others did not want there to be,
Refusing to be silent even when they threatened to throw away the key,
Her past has helped to redefine mine,
However, it is my turn to change and mold time,
I will look at my skin and see magnificence,
No longer playing for the grand audience,
She is a woman that looks like me,
Her skin and curls the same as mine,
And it is both of our powers that are defined.