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How Dare You Disrespect Me?
Trigger Warning* This Poem Consists of Racial Stereotypes and May Make You Uncomfortable Or Even Upset.
How dare you disrespect me?
Hair "nappy"
Golden Skin
Beautiful Brown and Happy.
How dare you disrespect me?
I wonder what society sees...what...is..their fucked up perception of me? 🤔
Am I the Section 8 Queen? or maybe the "Shaniqua" who dyed her lace front green?
Food stamps? Jordan's?
OR,
maybe even a dope fiend?
Baby on my hip, Lip gloss on my lips...
Hennessy in my cup, ALWAYS ready to turn up!!!
but wait hold up!!!
How dare you disrespect me?
Am I the black girl with the fake nails and 32 inch blonde weave running down my back?
Am I the black girl with the fake nails and 32 inch blonde weave hanging right above my ass crack?
Am I the black b*itch who turned up-last week all because I didn’t receive my welfare check? Yep!
Baby daddy drama? I put his ass right on child support!
He talk ALL.... THAT .... SH*T!
so guess what B*TCH! I’ll see YOU in court!
Twerking every weekend but yet I still can’t seem to find the time to work...
wait Wait WAIT y’all!
don't judge me because I KNOW WHO I AM....
I act super righteous and woke.. but I’m still sleeping with my best friends man, still trying to scam, pregnancies unplanned, pack of cigarettes in my hand.
Ghetto as hell but still blaming the WHITE MAN for what I fail to understand.
How dare I disrespect me?
SO THIS IS WHAT YA'LL THINK OF ME?
A ghetto black rat! Oh now I see.....
Chileeeee PLEASE.
I AM A QUEEN.
Worthy of everything ya'll TRIED to take from me
Everything that ya'll will NEVER be
Head held high walking with ALL of my dignity
BLACK AND PROUD
NO, not ghetto, not loud
Brown Sugar and Honey straight from the bees themselves...
Skin always glistening like Chocolate and Caramel.
Sun Kissed & Blessed
Created by GOD himself
None of society’s stereotypes can define what I KNOW about myself
Intelligent & Sophisticated without a doubt...
You can NEVER tell me WHO I AM
You can’t even figure me out.
About the Creator
Cheyenne
Cheyenne... Black Woman. 30.
New York City is my Home.
I have anxiety.
I am an Introvert.
I love words.
My brain is in a constant state of wandering.
I hope you enjoy all that it entails.
I hope you can relate.
I hope this helps.
I hope.
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