We have to work harder and that is just a fact
It’s hard being a woman let alone one that is Black x4
Uhh
What do I tell my little sister?
When you in the work place and realise that they ain’t fuckin with ya
They showing Stacy love, even comment on her finsta
Maybe it’s too close to home to see the bigger picture
I wish it could be easier
More love and representation in the media
I went to Spain try and take away the pain
Seeing my brothers sell shades at the sea shore was my only memorabilia
Tell a lie I bought a key chain
But why everywhere I go feel like the bottom of the food chain
Could be sun, hail or snow
Anywhere I go I feel like I’m on skid row
I’m patriotic, love my country but what if it don’t love me back?
Because my hair and skin is black
Came on a ship to fight for your new land can you picture that?
Then when they’re done with you they’re quick to wanna send you back
We have to work harder and that is just a fact
It’s hard being a woman let alone one that is Black x4
I see you sis hold your head up sis to the sky
When they say “you think your nice” give them a reason why
People were happy benefit from insecurity
They’ll rather you question yourself than to question a lie
Who told u that you ain’t pretty enough? That you ain’t skinny enough?
That your hair texture wasn’t beautiful that it was rough?
Growing up in school in the back I’d hear similar stuff
Not that my features wasn’t enough but I’m not enough
Used to compare our tone to a paper bag
If you weren’t light enough you was denied entry
Wasn’t given the right care for our own hair
So all that chat about wigs is really empty
If you ain’t ever been told “come as you are”
You’d understand why the standard is subpar
I done all of this work just to build myself up
So I’m protecting my energy I couldn’t give af
We have to work harder and that is just a fact
It’s hard being a woman let alone one that is Black x8
Would it be my fault if I was insecure?
They tell me I’m not pretty that I don’t have allure
International appeal? Your beauty’s obscure, at my core I’m at war, to impress but what for?
I am the blue print, I am the mood board
Bitches copy my whole make up like madam Tussaud’s
Been stabbed in my back with not 1 but 2 swords
And when I turn the other cheek well the world just applauds
Can you hold me down? Love me at my worse
Stay beside me through pressure when others disperse
When the ones of unjust unravel me with their words
Will you lead like a shepherd or run along w the herd?
Don’t stand up for yourself but be strong
Bypass the micro agressions, act like we all get along
“You ain’t wrong” no I ain’t, can you not see what I see?
It you were me picture from my POV
