The invitation of love into a black woman's heart
Deep down she was a hopeless romantic
Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it
After all she was a black woman
When she asked the world for love it laughed at her
It's why she gave up, a story so tragic
Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard
And being black was considered unattractive
It's why she hated herself
Why she couldn't stand the mirror
Why she couldn't look in it
Her reflection was a vessel for the world's racism
Telling her love was for those who had pretty privilege
That love was for people who had a different lineage
Those who were white and had the perfect 'image'
The only 'love' she had know was fetisisation
That the only attention she would receive
Were from men who envisioned her naked
Ones who were cowards
Who couldn't look in her eyes
But would gladly stare at cleavage
It didn't help that being black and having a body
Meant that people automatically assumed
You were for everybody
But when she started getting compliments
From men who didn't have ulterior motives
She felt it was a joke and then they would tell their friends
That they had got with a black woman
She was untrusting
But what did they expect
When the world has taught black women that love was not made for them
But when she was wanted she felt confident
Especially when they asked her parents
To take her out
She loved old school gentlemen
After all those years of poor self image
And the times she would get in her own head
She decided She wouldn't self sabotage
And she would finally let love into her heart
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