BLK WMN Lyrics

Can I talk about BLK WMN

Can I talk about the burdens and how we be swimming in them

Can I talk about how our minds be crowded

And can't cry out for help when we drowning

I said can I talk about BLK WMN

Can I talk about how we're forced into being hyper independent

And how if we're anything but that they assume that we're not driven

Or how we're expected to shut up and carry the weight of the world

While being put first but only after every other person living in it

Or how when we say that we're struggling

They hear that we just making excuses

Expected to handle whatever trauma this life introduces

Can I talk about how as a BLK WMN

We don't get to say that we struggle with depression and anxiety

I was taught to keep the pain inside of me

Expected to take whatever you hand me

And when I won't accept the short end of the stick

It's BLK WMN be angry

But it's BLK WMN be tired of our voices being unheard

But it's BLK WMN be patient

Even though we been the only ones waiting

For speaking up for herself to finally mean that we making a statement

Just like it is for any other woman in any other races

See from a young girl to a grown woman

BLK WNM get daily practicing on putting herself second

BLK WMN get use to how it feels to have her feelings neglected

BLK WMN get use to watching other BLK WMN give their all to people

That leave them out in the the cold

BLK WMN use to watching other BLK WMN carry the weight of the household

So BLK WMN you not strong if you can't do it by yourself

Because BLK WMN don't get tired

Nah BLK WMN be strong

Because BLK WMN can't get the support of the government til the BLK MAN is gone

From a young age

BLK GRLS are are seen as BLK WMN

BLK GRLS can't be happy that's careless

BLK GRLS face the world with minimal guidance

But don't forget to be fearless

BLK GRLS get use to having people silence their cries

BLK GRLS get use to no one being able see the world through her eyes

BLK GRLS go missing

But don't nobody hear about the stories til that BLK GRL dies

BLK WMN get taught to be both the victim and creator of the hell that we live in

BLK GRLS saw their BLK mother do it without the help of their father

BLK GRLS got to witness BLK WMN be accepting of trauma

BLK WMN hold that weight

BLK WMN get use to acting like you don't have too much on your plate

BLK WMN wipe the tears from your eyes

And put a smile on your face

BLK WMN act like everything is okay

BLK WMN hold it together the more that you break

BLK WMN can't speak up for themselves without being perceived as angry and violent

So BLK WMN hold the weight of the world, your heart, and all the trauma inside it

BLK WMN think they shit don't stink whenever we show that we love ourselves

BLK WMN get criticized for our natural features til it's copied by someone else

Because it's only accepting when it's imitated by women if other races

Then we watch them take credit for it like we ain't create it

BLK WMN don't get to cry for help

Because as usual BLK WMN be strong

BLK WMN be on edge but on the surface BLK WMN be calm

BLK WMN get use to their emotions being silenced

BLK WMN be quiet

BLK WMN be quiet