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Over there!
See the one with her head held high,
Her graceful nod at the passersby.
The way she walks as if the world is hers,
Her beauty
Her style
The attention she stirs.
No man has cause to disrespect,
Because her moods are well in check.
Does she have problems?
Sure,
She’s no puppet, man
She’s human
So how can she duck them
And be thankful from whence she came;
But it’s just that she bears no shame,
For being raised in the ghetto’s grip,
Eating cereal without a single drop of milk;
Wearing clothes that were once her Mom’s,
Never once being asked to a prom:
But she earned her diploma no doubt,
Got a job when the school year was out;
For to fail wasn’t even a thought,
When she thought of the ones who were caught;
In the web of lost hope and despair;
And with decades gone by they’re still there,
Searching for the genies in a bottle of rum;
Making babies with hopes that the one ,
Who sired the child is filthy rich,
Now the label they don is triflin’ bitch.
But this girl whom I mention took heed,
Because she knew that the strong would succeed.
So she fought all the evil she faced,
And clung on to a dream of one day,
Saying bye to the ghetto at last,
But remembering the history of her past;
For to dismiss the days of yore,
Would bring hatred upon her and more;
So in college she chose the proper field,
Now the ghetto gets blessings at will.
She’s a voice in the government’s ear,
For the poor and her lost ghetto peers;
And the Mom and Dad she never knew,
Dirty deeds took their souls when she was two;
And her aunt wasn’t much of an idol,
Yes, cocaine made her so suicidal;
But she did put a roof overhead,
And made sure that her lil’ niece got fed.
As I watch her I can’t help but smile,
You’d never know she’s the ghetto’s child.
She doesn’t walk
Or talk
With a trait,
That will hint at the woman’s past fate.
She is proof that a mountain shall fall,
If you continue to smash it with all;
Of the force you possess in your soul,
And then God multiplies it tenfold;
Or a hundredfold,
Whatever’s necessary,
To ensure that your goals will be very
Blessed;
Like those of this woman I praise,
Who has conquered the world in many ways.
So what’s up?
Where’s the jeweled crown,
And the silk, ruby red, flowing gown;
For the Queen of this poor, lost tribe,
Who has always been there by their side.
Is she single?
I have the slightest clue;
Excuse me Madam,
Is this mystery woman you ?
copyright 2003 Jay all rights reserved.
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