We have to work harder and that is just a fact

It’s hard being a woman let alone one that is Black x4

Uhh

What do I tell my little sister?

When you in the work place and realise that they ain’t fuckin with ya

They showing Stacy love, even comment on her finsta

Maybe it’s too close to home to see the bigger picture

I wish it could be easier

More love and representation in the media

I went to Spain try and take away the pain

Seeing my brothers sell shades at the sea shore was my only memorabilia

Tell a lie I bought a key chain

But why everywhere I go feel like the bottom of the food chain

Could be sun, hail or snow

Anywhere I go I feel like I’m on skid row

I’m patriotic, love my country but what if it don’t love me back?

Because my hair and skin is black

Came on a ship to fight for your new land can you picture that?

Then when they’re done with you they’re quick to wanna send you back

We have to work harder and that is just a fact

It’s hard being a woman let alone one that is Black x4

I see you sis hold your head up sis to the sky

When they say “you think your nice” give them a reason why

People were happy benefit from insecurity

They’ll rather you question yourself than to question a lie

Who told u that you ain’t pretty enough? That you ain’t skinny enough?

That your hair texture wasn’t beautiful that it was rough?

Growing up in school in the back I’d hear similar stuff

Not that my features wasn’t enough but I’m not enough

Used to compare our tone to a paper bag

If you weren’t light enough you was denied entry

Wasn’t given the right care for our own hair

So all that chat about wigs is really empty

If you ain’t ever been told “come as you are”

You’d understand why the standard is subpar

I done all of this work just to build myself up

So I’m protecting my energy I couldn’t give af

We have to work harder and that is just a fact

It’s hard being a woman let alone one that is Black x8

Would it be my fault if I was insecure?

They tell me I’m not pretty that I don’t have allure

International appeal? Your beauty’s obscure, at my core I’m at war, to impress but what for?

I am the blue print, I am the mood board

Bitches copy my whole make up like madam Tussaud’s

Been stabbed in my back with not 1 but 2 swords

And when I turn the other cheek well the world just applauds

Can you hold me down? Love me at my worse

Stay beside me through pressure when others disperse

When the ones of unjust unravel me with their words

Will you lead like a shepherd or run along w the herd?

Don’t stand up for yourself but be strong

Bypass the micro agressions, act like we all get along

“You ain’t wrong” no I ain’t, can you not see what I see?

It you were me picture from my POV