Shy Black Girl
Boy do I wish I had a dollar,
One bill for every single time,
Iím just minding my own business,
And someone is demanding that I smile...
ďWhy you look so mean?Ē
ďAww, I know itís not that bad...?Ē
Whereas I WAS chilling before,
Having a good day,
This kind of thing makes me mad...
I only speak when I need to,
And I donít like eyes all on me,
Iím not angry or sad,
And I wish youíd worry more about you,
& Less about me.
You canít just be a quiet black girl,
Nope, theyíll assume you live with your nose in the air,
You canít simply just be introvert,
Nope, gotta make the world comfy,
Plaster on that smile you donít really feel.
Defenses up when you walk out of the door,
Gotta be someone totally different,
And itís draining,
but thereís no choice but to endure more.
Gotta be loud and proud,
Gotta be seen and heard,
Or else theyíll overlook you
Out in the real world,
Out in the real world...
Itís hard to navigate as a shy Black girl.