- Where You Stand
- Fatherless Child
- Dear Diary
- Soccer Ball
- God Made Me Brown
- One Day
From the curves in my feet to the base of my hands, I am my mother’s child and Ill fight for where I stand.
From the beat of my heart to the fire in my eyes, I am destined to be top achiever, my dreams will soar high.
From the fat in my stomach to the fat in my thighs, I will be someone’s model no matter which type it lies.
See, in this world, theres no difference between you and me,
us wanting to be optimistic, healthy, and free,
wanting to be a lawyer, doctor, nurse, or even Queen B.
Your dreams are not always limited to where you stand,
even if you live without any helping hands.
You will achieve higher, you will make a plan because,
from the curves in your feet to the base of your hands, you are God’s child and you shall fight for where you stand.
Originally created: October 29, 2013
Why do I feel so alone even when you’re standing right there?
You’re staring in my eyes but all I can see is the reflection of my fear.
Bottle after bottle, images tainted in my brain,
Daddy , did we hurt you? Did we cause you this much pain?
Infidelity in this house is too much to handle
and when I talk to you, you just intoxicatedly ramble.
We live in the same house but I feel miles away–
to you theres nothing much to say.
I know you probably think Ima hoe cause I gave it up once
but its a nightmare I hold with me,
24/7 I confront.
Dad, if I could hate you I would definitely start today.
But Im trynna change my life and God says thats not the way.
Why do I feel alone when you’re definitely in my life,
physically not mentally,
Dad, you’re like a kite.
Inch by inch you’re floating away, you’re almost to the clouds.
I pull to me, you pull away,
your thoughts are pretty loud
and you probably don’t care that your daughter thinks she’s a fatherless child.
You yell at mom like its nothing,
like she’s just a piece of meat.
How can you live with yourself knowing everyday I cry myself to sleep?
Living with you with a daily fighting struggle.
Tried so hard to hide the scars when you hit me with your knuckle.
Hating you is not right but loving you is a sin.
Love… something you don’t know, something you can never comprehend.
If I could go back in time and pick the guy who birthed me,
you’d never cross my mind.
I would never show you mercy.
Originally created: September 14, 2014
I pierced his soul with my sharp look of disgrace.
I was suddenly captured, no possible way to escape.
I wondered if I deserved this, was this really my fate?
My thighs are so thick, my hips are too round.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but God made me brown.
Nappy hair, dirty, poor, I’ve heard it all before
It’s crazy how I use to try to dodge you left and right,
now I’m thinking bout you, wishing that it was you who’s by my side.
Use to dub you cause I thought you were alittle crazy up inside,