Plight of the Black Woman
Like a solider, we march on..
Proudly holding down the front line..
Rearing children, keeping house, paying bills
Working 6 to 12 & 9 to 5..
Loving our men even when it hurts us too..
With chin held high, pumping our fist we spit!
“I’m a Strong Black Woman and I look Good too!”
I wish someone took the time to look deep into our eyes..
They will find our tired soul, our weak side..
The built up tears we refuse to cry..
We are called the Anchor of the family..
Even when no one else can be found..
We The Black Woman are expected to hold it ALL down..
These shoulders our world stand on is scratched, blistered & sore..
The scab of resentment and bitterness has left a nasty scar..
Still we spit.. With chin held high, pumping our fist..
“I’m a Strong Black Woman and I Look Good Too!”
™BrownChild