REALITY CHECK


Chocolate brown butt so round
For all the world to see.
Fine as wine, just my kind
But why doesnt he want me?

Tall or short, he loves to court
The ladies in the mall
Wide of girth with lots of worth
But none for me at all.

Blue-collar white collar it doesnt matter
Black men are all the rage!
Brown, caramel, cinnamon or smoke
I say hello and they dont even wave.

Whats going on? I ask myself
Have I been hiding under a rock?
Black men used to love black women
Now to white women they seem to flock.

Dont fret you say and keep holding on
Things will change in time.
Or I could do just like the brothas
But Im not of the mind to cross the line.

Black men look the same and so do I
When did dating start to change?
I alter my hair, my weight and my clothes
They dont notice my looks have been rearranged.

Then it dawned on me, a frightening reality
My changes dont matter in spite
Of my weight, my smile or even my hairstyle
Cause brothas prefer women who are light or white.

Since I am neither, and I dont aspire to be
I am comfortable with who I am
But suddenly this dating thing
Makes me feel like I aint worth a damn!






Im not angry, just a little perplexed
What is a sistah to do?
Does this mean brothas are off limits
And my future with one is through?!

I refuse to believe that in spite of the trends
I wont give up and Ill do all I can
Cause I want exactly what most white women got
And thats the love of a BLACK MAN!