African Queen
African Queen
You want to be like us
Though you put us down constantly
My perfectly brown lips my big old hips
My beautiful gold and brown colored dread locks
My curvaious buttocks like mountain tops
You want to be like us
You put us down relentlessly
Whenever you get a chance
White women want to look like us
White men want to take our stuff
We are even marred by our own people who look just like us
Black men reduce us down to cooking and cleaning
Treating us like a revolving door frequently cheating
Coming in and out only to reprimand
In and out of our life as they chose
Sleeping with the clean up woman under our nose
I am outraged how people treat us
They still want to be like us
Yet they still beat us
Still considered unequal
Treated less than their house pet
I am on a mission to adequately improve our position
Our allotment according to God near transition
We are a member of every member
No one could exist with out the African Queen
Our accomplishments noted all over the world
Overcoming barricades triumphantly hurdling hurls
You want to be like us
Step into our shoes and take a seat
Never mind
Take those shoes off your feet
And walk with bare feet
In the scorching African heat
Feel the intense sting
That prejudice bring
You want the strength in the tint of my color
But you don’t want to be black
Carrying our burdens on your back
It is a fact you still want to be like us
We are the early fiber of existence
Still going strong with oppression gliding high
We are African Queens
No matter how you treat us
We will always be the first mother in the earth
African queens
By Dorise Dixon
3/17/07
You want to be like us
Though you put us down constantly
My perfectly brown lips my big old hips
My beautiful gold and brown colored dread locks
My curvaious buttocks like mountain tops
You want to be like us
You put us down relentlessly
Whenever you get a chance
White women want to look like us
White men want to take our stuff
We are even marred by our own people who look just like us
Black men reduce us down to cooking and cleaning
Treating us like a revolving door frequently cheating
Coming in and out only to reprimand
In and out of our life as they chose
Sleeping with the clean up woman under our nose
I am outraged how people treat us
They still want to be like us
Yet they still beat us
Still considered unequal
Treated less than their house pet
I am on a mission to adequately improve our position
Our allotment according to God near transition
We are a member of every member
No one could exist with out the African Queen
Our accomplishments noted all over the world
Overcoming barricades triumphantly hurdling hurls
You want to be like us
Step into our shoes and take a seat
Never mind
Take those shoes off your feet
And walk with bare feet
In the scorching African heat
Feel the intense sting
That prejudice bring
You want the strength in the tint of my color
But you don’t want to be black
Carrying our burdens on your back
It is a fact you still want to be like us
We are the early fiber of existence
Still going strong with oppression gliding high
We are African Queens
No matter how you treat us
We will always be the first mother in the earth
African queens
By Dorise Dixon
3/17/07
