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beauty
does my beauty lie in my round brown eyes?
or does it hide in between these thighs
that most guys,
seem to come around trying to get high off of
is my beauty defined by the define line of my hips,
my breast or maybe, could it be, these lips?
is it from the pep in my step
the stride in my walk
the delicateness when i talk
the clothes i choose to wear that make eyes turn to stare
want to touch but wouldnt dare?
what is it?
where does my beauty lie?
is it through my mind, is it my intelligence, my ability to distinguish the difference that my beauty
is not defined by what the TV says is true beauty?
the media has taken the image of a goddess and an African queen
and defined it as nothing but booty shaking,bitches, hoes and sex feens.
but what is sad is that so much females think that is beautiful.
That to show everyone where beauty lies
you must show where your panty lies
put pathetic smiles
because for the first time
someone noticed that you had something that they could get up in.
fooloshness ...
my beauty does not lie in these minnie skirts and tight shirts that has to be squeezed on to show that i was born with what you call true beauty
my beauty does not lie up in these bed sheets that confine me to being a slave for a mans entertainment
with my concent
Beauty products advertise me
because even they see
that
my beauty does not lie in MAC MAKEUP, long ass weave, lipsticks, and jewelery.
call me concieted but they dont make me preety.
My Beauty makes what you see.
because my beauty lies within my confidence
it lies in my strength
my beauty lies deep in my roots
from the history of my ancestors that did all it took
for us to have these music videos on MTV
but yet we casted our African facts and said that a beautiful queen is not of one who tooks risk for humanity
but one who lays on her back and shakes it fast up on BET.
my beauty doesnt lie in these perms and straightening irons
but from the deep thick roots of my hair, call it nappy and hard to manage
but i call it the reminder that my beauty comes from my family
the ones you hear about in history
even if its not always today's lesson in class,
even if we were casted and put last
even if we learned of others
rather than the chesnut brown skins
that taught me that my beauty
does not rely in
anything or anyone but me
