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Skin defined by culture
Culture defined by skin
when will this world realize
that true beauty and worth are deep within

You cannot see the world through my eyes
Black... Woman... Black Woman...

While you shop and laugh; joke and live
I work to be an individual
While you grow into who you can be...
make moves towards success and a good career track
My head turns over my shoulder...
to see whose eyes bore holes of hatred in my back

You cannot see the world through my eyes
Black... Woman... Black Woman...

Walk into a room what do you see and feel?
I check out my surroundings ..for me
my safety is not always so real.

Woman... Black... Woman who is Black...

I can hear the whispers...
who does she think she is
she's not as attractive...no blonde hair..no sky colored eyes
why does she talk like that... finna..cuz and mama n'em
look her hair is so thick....and she dont wash it every day
that's so nasty; dont let the kids touch her
'cuz she may rub off on them

You can't see the world through my eyes
you cant see..you wont see...

I can feel the hate
looks of disgust
eyes glaring with hate
looks that say how much lower i am
how much lower..they think i am ...

Black... Woman... Black Woman...

You objectify me by my body
to you I am woman
hips, ass, breast, sex
to you I am weakness
sensitive, emotional, so small insignificantly

Woman... Black... Woman who is Black
you wont see...you can't be...

Who will look past and see the individual me
yes I am Black. yes I am Woman
But I am a Black Woman.. more than
More then what they're willing to let me be..

will you... wont you.. try and see...
Black... Woman... Black Woman

~T~
©2004-2009 ~silvergirl
:iconsilvergirl:

Author's Comments

a lot of things have been taking place around me. i'm having difficulties getting them all out. but this is just one poem out of what i'm sure will be others concerning my views on the world around me and my position in it

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:iconcyepup:
Truely amazing. It states a point in which some people still don't understand. Automatic fav :)
:iconuniserinity:
this is such a good poem! I know what you mean, they have a lot of racist people out there. I can't stand how people tease other people by the way they look. I'm the type of person that gets teased a lot. But at some point, i convinced my self that I had to be what the other people wanted me to be. But then i thought, this isn't me. I'm being something I am not. So I went back to whom I was before, then i moved and right before I left school, and every one gave me a hug and they made my last day special--even people I thought, hated me. So, I believe that no one can really hate you. Just act as if they do because of well they didn't want people to call them names and I bet they were just like me but just never returned to being they're old self. That's how I lost a lot of my friends.

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:icontormentedsorrows:
Wow...
wow... lol! Great great beautiful poem!! A definate fave, you deserve a lot more than two measley comments and favs. This is gorgeus I can picture it being performed. Wow. So many people dont see that! Do you mind if I promote it in my journal? I'd really love for people to read this.

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:iconsilvergirl:
Hey thanks for your comments. and i'm glad my poems spoke to you. my stuff is very internal reflection and it's cool to see that other people can connect to that.

if you want to promote it go for it. :nod:

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I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition
:iconcalmb4thestorm:
That was very beautiful!!!! I can relate to this and I feel so close to your poem... it brought on this story... I used to have this friend that was white and she lived in a very very dirty house... I mean DISGUSTING... and sometimes she would even have a dead bug in her hair... and one day she had the nerve to proclaim that my hair is not as clean as hers because I don't wash it everyday... That upset me...

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Seeing is believing...
And I don't see you.

Parting is such sweet sorrow...
That it's almost sex flavored!

Member of ~Soul-Essence
:icongodsangel19:
Love it, Love it, Love it...lol
:+favlove:
:iconemasery:
grrrr i have lots of raceism and where i live there anrnt meany people of difforent ethnic orgins (in my year theres1 iraqi on half nigerian and one indian out of almost 200 people) so theres loads of racesm im a pasafist but to remain one i just have 2 leave the room, the lack of undertanding never ceces to amaze me, the hair that you metnioned is something ive had to explain a 1000 times over when people met my ex gf, she also felt the way you mentioned above in some situations, alienated, but im glad that like her you can see past the idiots of the world, poems like yours make me think how meany i actually know........ i cant belive things like the BNP(a racest british party) actually exist and get seats in parliment (err not sure like congress but less important) as i said at the start im a pasafist but i have no sypathy with these people..... sorry ill shut up now amazing poem! :) well done, also you should (if you havent already) listen to Tracy Chapman across the lines, if u wanna add me ill send it you she also has some other good songs about racesm if u want add me and ill send em ya/ talk if you think im crazy.......then dont emasery@hotmail.com
:iconsilvergirl:
Hey,
sure send me the song some time
thanks for commenting and sharing that peice of you on your personal experiences with racism. It's good to see the comments that are coming out of my poems. In the end that's what it's all about. I my poems are very intimate feelings that i have and to share them and see that others can identify and find a connection within is great =D

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I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition
:iconsilvergirl:
thank you thank you =D :thanks:

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I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition

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