Every day is a struggle

The struggle is like the black muscle everyday unemployment strikes a bell

How come I work so hard I still can’t pay my bills, how come I do my best?

And am still not appreciated? Could it be my race, my face or my mace?

I have my degree, they have theirs too but I don’t still get employed, they

End up getting employed with good paid jobs; I have the experience they don’t

Racism still plays big roles in their minds even if they say it doesn’t


Sometimes I just have to sit and wonder.
I work till I ponder

This is dirt, this is filth, and I would say it as it, life is a struggle

When you wear my skin colour, it’s a struggle, it’s a hustle

The rain falls everyday in this black society, the sunshine’s for others

Is it a crime to be black? Should I return to my mother’s womb?

And ask that I come out white? Eradicate, communicate, and relate my thoughts


Everything these days seem to be on the other side, my side is ignored, and my side is black

To them my side clouts, our music rocks but to them it encourages violence, the difference

Between rap and rock, black and white, tall and short, night and day, sun and the moon

Love and hate, I don’t know if I need to cry or laugh, celebrate or moan, black shouldn’t

Be a crime, we are all humans, our colour don’t makes us any smarter or bigger


Unknown land, stated in my report

Because I am black, so I am a strong black woman


If I have to, these are the facts

The stats proves that the illustration is right so stop the racism