Sometimes I feel everything but awesome.

African American and poor, 

I’m nothing but another statistic.

As I try to pull myself out of the shackles and chains that society has bound me in they only tighten their grip

They stop my blood and cut my wrists,

no circulation

In my mind so many dreams circulatin’

and I wonder if it’s all worth it

 

They look at me like I’m strange, like I shouldn’t be here

but I know it’s just the societal feelings of fear

So satan sends his demons to see to it that I don’t make it through

but I will and when I do

I won’t buy big chains and big bling cause I never needed those things

I never needed hair weave and designer bags to validate me

 

Black Queen, but I don’t see my kingdom though

My black kings can’t help me fight the fight cause they’re too busy running through the six with their...woes?

Chasing “snow bunnies” and going after the black queens who are so out of touch with themselves that their instagram names are “Original White girl”

They can’t tame their curls, embrace their hips. They hate their skin and they hide their lips

But if my features can fit Kim and Kylie why is it so hard to see my beautiful on me, 

Sometimes I feel everything but awesome

 

African American and poor, feeling like nothing but another statistic

I stay up all night just to be greater than the next

suddenly I see all my time wasted just to emerge looking like the rest

But I know that I am everything great

I refuse to fuel myself with self hate

If not a dollar or a dime or a nickel to my name

I won’t compromise myself worth for fortune or fame

Because my melanin is mesmerizing and my curls captivating 

my skin illuminating, my complexion gravy

and some of my black queens, well I think we’ve lost them

But we gotta keep reminding them that we’re everything awesome.