Envy
Envy
In my own community, the very streets run hot with envy
They look at me, peers and enemies alike
Looking like they always want to fight, out of spite
I sometimes wonder what they see when they look at me with envy
Is it my sexiness that offends, does my Blackness cause you dismay?
Are you mad because I choose to smile anyway
Does my skin tone upset you?
Because it high...
Saturday 20th September 2014 8:56 pm
The Mirror of Me
The Mirror of Me
I know there is a mirror of me that is reflective of the woman I want to be
I know there is a mirror of me that is reflective of the person I strive to be
I want to always look into the mirror and see things crystal clear
My heart is the mirror revealing the truths that I hold dear
In my heart and soul I know the mirror can never be perfected
For the mirror ...
Saturday 20th September 2014 6:18 pm
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