I used to think it awful to be me
Black, woman, often filled with misery
In a world of I cannot's and I dare not be's
I think it would be different to be a man
Because he escapes much of life’s tragedy
Just because he can
He lives, he falters, and often he fails
But the world does not mock him
With rumors and tales
We are doused daily for trying our best
But the world never ceases
To put our gender to the test
H A P P Y W O M E N 's DAY
8 March 2011
Black, woman, often filled with misery
In a world of I cannot's and I dare not be's
I think it would be different to be a man
Because he escapes much of life’s tragedy
Just because he can
He lives, he falters, and often he fails
But the world does not mock him
With rumors and tales
We are doused daily for trying our best
But the world never ceases
To put our gender to the test
H A P P Y W O M E N 's DAY
8 March 2011
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