Perceptions

I am that woman who you look upon with disdain, judgement in your callous eyes                  
Mere glimpses of my appearance, cannot tell you who I am, I could be ordained from the skies to sit by your side    
It’s the laughter in my voice, my hands that moves so seductively, so sweet          
Oh, the vile contempt your spew to determine the world, without walking miles in the tight shoes coveted by someone’s else feet                    
My hair, Afrocentric, curly, kinky, natural, nappy, locs, braided, no more unimportance than what sits upon your head
If I chopped it off for you, would your ignorance cause my mind to entrust to follow where your assessments have been led                    
To the sunblock, the tanning bed, I am sure you get what I am uttering after all that’s been said                    
                    
Mother earth I stand proud in my skin’s French Creole hue                    
From the Kings to the Queen whose eminence is bowed upon its due                    
Forever in my stride, the sashay of my hips who seek the confidence of truth        
I am the melanin skin so many have tried in vain to articulate                    
And no disrespect in reality to every berate                    
I am not the fairer shade                    
Nor have I ever compromised my appearance to compensate my beauty for others to get paid                    
Botox, lip fillers, breast implants, facelift, to the melanin pigmentation treatments paid for by dollars, my sophistication comes from ancient reminisce of greatness                    
Unto respect, not found to be anyone of less, to the world, women are to bless and relish in bliss                    
                   
Every woman is not the same DNA compounded unto her                    
We, as females utilize enhancements to razzle and dazzle                    
Not for eyes to come upon and allow mental assumptions to stir                    
That is when display shows the ugliness of one’s soul, mayhem only occurs             
Find in the faces of moguls their beguiling looks marginalized in the media            
Does it make any woman’s journey to be of less importance from someone driving a Bentley than someone driving a Kia                
                   
Attractiveness is found in the core of the heart                    
It does not matter what methods are used to make one’s appearance look like a Picasso work of art            
Truth be told, we are all loving in the dark                    
Looking and feeling our best never defines who we are                    
We are all the Creator’s wonders under the enlightenment of the stars                  
Acceptability should have been taught early in life, in case you will never come to understand                    
I never could fathom a man’s character as righteous who denounces a woman’s stance                    
                   
When you’re sick, it never matters the race, the gender, or the allure of who holds your hand                    
From my healing creed to the oath taken by me                    
To the long nails, who told you they were not mine, turn your eyes if I offend thee                    
I am still the woman when you are sick, who treats your woes                    
Give you comfort when illness in you reside as your blood flows                    
I am woman, and I speak for the roar                    
Love, compassion, will always come forth                    
From the land, sand, and across the shores                    
                   
So, give women a look of love, as an honorable man of respect                    
There is no difference when it comes to looking good                    
We are out here to make men heart’s melt                    
That soft whisper to the ears when life in man’s corner has been sadly dealt                    
The side meet to all men, as Adam needed Eve’s touches, so soft to his libido once felt                    
Notions and perceptions                    
Mental assassination when redirected in calamity clarified as lack of knowledge’s infringed about                
one’s own self-deceptions