Poems with Power if Perceived Properly

I speak allot on Black women. We struggle with authenticity. We fight it. We detest it sometimes, and when we do accept it we are forced to defend it fiercely. 

I am not one to judge, in the form of condemnation (i think we all make judgements in order to survive this world) but I am one to ask questions. WHY is a weave or straight hair still more accepted than natural hair on black women? WHY are dark skinned people still getting negative comments about their colour?

Hello mama Africa, How are you and WHERE are you? Have we forgotten? I think we turn our backs sometimes and pretend. I think we don't answer the phone when she calls. I think we delete the messages without listening.

Where are you? How are you? Hello Queen, I still see you.