Maybe if I was African
I would get more respect
But I’m just a black girl
one generation removed
from the projects
So, I’m considered a wannabe.
Yea, it’s true.
I wanna be an African Queen
I wanna dream of bigger things
I wannabe more than what money brings
I wannabe praised for my mind and not for my thighs
I wannabe high off life and good times,
Not alcohol and swine.
I wannabe adorned by my King
and wear happiness not rings
So because I wasn’t born beneath the trees of Somali
I mustn’t behave like royalty?
Since my mama wasn’t cultivated on the sands of Egypt
then my worth is disintegrated?
But my daddy didn’t use his hands in South Africa to fight off the man
then I’m forced to accept your verbal destruction?
I’ll continue to sing the hymns of queens
And walk with roses beneath me
I’ll sway my wide hips
Full lips, to the sky
Wear my afro 10 miles high
As stares in disbelief continue to wonder why…
Because I wannabe.