Hated for the things I can not change 
For the life I had to rearrange 
Looked down upon because of skin color 
The only thing that separates us from another 
But funniest thing that comes to me 
You're mad cause WE are what you want to be 
My natural brown complexioned tone 
You attempt to get but can't on your own 
Lips, hips and breast fullness 
Collagen, botox and surgery at best 
Physical appearances you imitate 
Down to the language, let me elaborate 
Rolling of the eyes 
Movement of the neck 
Talk to da hand 
Oh I suspect 
Those who hate me can't even see 
How much they want to be like me 
Angry at what you can not be 
That green eyed monster called envy 
You steal our kings but I am not mad 
There are some I wish you had 
You can not choose for whom you fall 
Or else it wouldn't be love at all 
Identity theft is my biggest ill 
You are still you no matter how you feel 
Pretending to be something you're not 
You are still you in case you forgot 
A Nubian queen you can never claim 
No matter who the man is that gives his name 
So before you look and turn up your nose 
Remember when you put on your clothes 
Look in the mirror and what you'll see 
Is one who wants to be like me 
Point your finger and criticize 
Only after you realize 
That who or what you're talking about 
Is the who or what you want to be.... 
Without a doubt
 
The name STORM describes my chaotic and unpredictable nature. My GEMINI mind is ALWAYS running. Here you will find the twists, turns & adversities of my life including weight loss/fitness, natural hair care, my son's incarceration, firearm instruction and simply moving along my Journey to 50. May 2019 I obtained my B.S. in Converged Communications and now I am learning to love again. This will be interesting and to it all I say BRING IT!
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