Afro

Women

The intricate design of my structure is a sacred piece only kings are deserving enough to possess
I carry that child on my hip 

I was born from my partners rib 
One sway of my body can make that man fall in the deepest trance and stay there until I say

I am women 
I am not something you pick apart and have you fun with 
I am not your sex slave 
I am not your servant 

I am not to be walked upon 
I carry centuries of a curse 
I carry it with pride 
I bore that child 
I pray over that man 

I am women 
Born from my partners rib 
I can make him fall into a trance 
YOU show me respect 

I can break you down or build you up quicker and better than any man will ever comprehend 
I'm not a girl 

I'm not ...

Afro

Afro
I see you 
Blood rings & rips 
I hear your cry brother 
Carry on your soul my sister 
Tell our story grandfather & grandmother 
I see you 
We need no crown it grows from our head
Does this melanin offend you?
Does my fight intimidate you?
I see you 
I cry out for my people 
We see you!
We carry on with pride 
Kill one feel the hurt of thousands
Hear the cries of our ancestors 
Singing hymns to the fruit of the roots 
Carry on my people 
I feel you 
Gods gonna trouble the water