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I’m an angry black woman
And?
How about you stop trying to
Get in my pants?
I work those long hours,
Undervalued,
You threw the rock only to hide your hand
You tried explaining, but I don't understand
Got my hopes up only to be let down
It's like I went into the deep end and you let me drown
You looked at me as if I was a clown
Was it worth it to look at me..
and then walk away.
Was it worth the smile,
the enegry you put into charming me.
You taught me to care,
to believe in myself.
But you lied.
I begin and end
With the use of this state of mind
I am you as you are I
Potential is a given
Confidence rearranges
I always smile on the outside,
But my true feelings are deep inside.
Sitting there quietly as they hide;
They don't want anyone to know the
Pain,they don't want anyone to see the strain,
Step outside yourself for a moment, look at yourself in a different light. Not just any light, but with the Light of Christ.
She walks.Her heels hit the floor with certainty.They sing determination and direction.Her strides seem long for one so small, but fierce.Like wildfire she moves.
The fire in my body to cuss him out is lighting up, it feels like I have to pee after drinking 2 big gulps at 7 11 .
The fire in my body to cuss him out is lighting up, it feels like I have to pee after drinking 2 big gulps at 7 11 .
Black tux, blue tie; dyed to match his eyes, two groomsmen by his side. I look up and see a tear upon his cheek, when I meet his eyes we are both surprised to see each other finally, because we are meant to be.
Her heart is one of a kind.
The only star out of a thousand night skies that could completely knock me to my knees.
She's beautiful. A work of art.
Her eyes, her skin, her words I breath in.
