SISTAS

To all my brown skin beauties,
who felt they weren't light enough,smart enough, loved enough.
You are beautiful! you are a reflection of  all things possible, reminder of the struggle, and a hope for the future
I'm not giving up on you.
You are my "SISTA"
Don't let the wickedness of the world take away your goodness, your consciousness, your self awareness.
That beauty runs deep
within the walls of a malnourished heart.
It is a pure and rare treasure that is all bountiful.
Focus on that melanin

 I am rare, I am a product of my environment, the best that comes from it.
that melanin in your skin is priceless
they tan, but still cant acquire it.
Imagine knowingly putting your life at risk, to obtain a color that you fear the most.
Ironic isn't it?

Look at that power you possess in the palm of your hand, its yours just hold on to it.
Don't let the stereotypes of many, transpose in your mind

You are beautiful, you are intelligent, you are capable, and strong willed.
You are the possessor of success, love, courage, and wisdom
You are the descendant of ebony features, a prized commodity, a force to acknowledge
Sit upon that thrown and rule accordingly

The beat goes......



D j won't you play this girl a love song, melody that sways the hips and grabs the soul
My only request is that you don't make me weep, love don't live here anymore, so to speak
D j  won't you play this girl a love song, the twist of her hips will ease the pain,
Swell my body with that bass, I need to feel all your range

I'm gonna let this dance floor be my therapy, sweat out this frustration, ease my pain
my only request is that you play, play what I need, how I need it, do as you see fit
Because when you giving me something I can feel , ain't no time for regrets.
I just wanna slow wind, and work up a sweat.
when your rhythm dips inside of me I feel it in my soul
fast, slow ,fast ,slow, fast ,slow, the tempo goes

let that mix be my soundtrack, I don't give a damn who's watching
Undress me with your eyes, put me together like a bridge
I'm entangled in this beat, a victim to your skills
Let me remind you, why you do this
Let me feel it out loud
Tame my body with that chorus, I 'm drawing a crowd
It can be our secret ,nobody has to know
because while that bass is jumping, I'm moving for you
Climax of that track, gotta me screaming inside
D j wont you play this girl a love song, melody that sways the hips and grabs the soul
My only request is that you don't make me weep, Love don't live here anymore, so to speak

Have we forgotten?

Is it the crown of hair upon her head that makes her a woman?
The tender touch of her palm that brings ease to men
Possibly the floral prints that hug her curves exude femininity
Does commanding a room when you enter make you a Queen?
Can that stare of yours silence a crowd?

The strength of tribal queens dwelling inside you
surely their palms were not tender
yet calloused from tending field and house
contributing to the work of men

For hours their presence in a room was ignored
No stares from weary eyes, come and go with heads bowed
Crowns contrived of rags, covering ebony plaits
Did this make her less of a woman?

Not privy to the glare of lustful eyes
Duties fulfilled, belly swelled
Birthing a generation gives pride?
The bond between mother and child
Unspoken ties
First touch, first lessons, first love.
nourishment from the bosom
womanly homage?

Floral prints hugging curves that entice male eyes
paint encumbers her face, covers the lies
Highlighted locs draped to her narrow waist
She has capture the secret to femininity
hiding your feelings of insecurity, in a selfie.

The essence of beauty
The strength of many
All that is woman
All that is you
All that is me