by Brandi Adams
Interlocken at Windsor Mountain Camp, August 2002
When you look at me,
what do you see?
You see a black girl with attitude,
and you think that's all I can be.
You see a soulful girl
who can
groove to the beats
You know,
Shake her hips,
and
Move her feet.
But did it ever occur to you,
that there's more to me than what you see?
You see the tough girl,
the one who
raps to the beats,
the one who
didn't learn from a school book,
she was
taught by the streets.
You see
the tomboy who is
quick to fight,
the one who you thought was worthless,
and couldn't do anything right.
You see a girl who is
automatically blamed,
who is
quick to get yelled at, and,
brought to shame.
You see a girl who wasn't raised around
ruffles and toys,
her only past time was
gang bangin' and flirtin' with boys.
You see a girl who didn't receive
kisses and hugs.
The only time she felt love
was while
shooting a drug.
Well, I hope you realize that I'm
a person too,
and you have your faults,
but I never judged you!
So the next time you see me,
don't look skin deep,
because there will always be more to me
than what the eyes can see.
