URBAN BOOKS AUTHORS & WRITERS OF AMERICA

Is it in the way that I walk

or in the way that I move

that’s got you trippin

trying to steal my groove

Is it in the movement of my hips

as I sashay into a room

that makes the brothas sweat

and start to swoon

Is it in the dress that I wear

that hugs my curves and shows my physique

that makes you paranoid but sometimes oh so meek

Is it in the thickness of my lips

or the broadness of my nose

that makes you soon forget

I am as gentle to touch as a rose

Is it in my complexion

Caramel, vanilla, dark chocolate brown

that makes you chose Asian or white and put me down

Is it in the pride I exude

when I quote Malcolm X

reminiscing on all brothas slain

and wondering “who’s next?”

Is it in my Angela Davis afro

or my Maya Angelou tone

as I verbalize images of strength and pride

visions like a movie shown

Is it in the dialect I speak

proper English or ebonics

that’s got you agitated and confused

because I’m so well rounded

Is it in my existence

because I am young, gifted and black

get over your insecurities

if you can’t handle me step back

I am Strong

I am a Black Woman

I am Free

I am me