Maybe she’s born with it..
Maybe it’s Maybelline
Maybe she’s born with it, or maybe all her hopes are just a dream….
Like the curse of racism plaguing a nation
Her body immediately folds at the first glimpse of temptation
But that’s because she was born with it
The inability to resist
Memories of when she did
How he’d always raise a fist
See this, is the curse of a nation
The blood running through her veins, full of hypertension
This is the curse of a nation
Barriers and systems in place to hinder entire generations
So of course, she was born with it
The confidence to stand up for her every need
Independence so strong she can’t let anyone think she’s weak
Of course she was born with it, cause we all were
She would rock her mind trying to discover
By what genetic or environmental curse she’d been burdened with
The inability to trust so she can’t really keep friends
Yeah, she was born with that too…
The ghosts of other womens’ past that her grandmothers held onto
In the form of babies made out of wedlock
Relationships not lasting past the first roadblock
Why on EARTH did she have to be born with it??
When images of her happiness come so frequent and vivid
After a journey of growth, and just trying to understand.
Why she had to be born with the belief that there’s no such thing as a one-woman man.