One Sista to Another

One Sista to Another

You go around frowning up and rolling your eyes

Why?

You don’t even know me!

Am I a threat to you?

I’m not even your competition.

Getting your man in bed is not my mission.

You don’t know me at all,

Not even my name,

But yet you straight hate on me,

That is a shame.

I’ve never done you anything to you…

So why do you dislike me so?

Is it my complexion, my hair, my eyes…

Or is it the way I walk, talk, or smile?

Instead of you giving me my props,

You are trying to keep me down.

We’re suppose to be sistas,

Not related by blood,

But related by culture.

I don’t need my own keeping me down.

It’s a cruel enough world as it is.

If we don’t have each other’s back…

Then who will?

~Adiva Williams