Did I have a black dress?
Yes, every girl has one
Yet, looking at it I am reminded
It is a dress that shows me…me
Wearing the dress that blend in with my ebony skin
I am reminded
How Black I really…am
Standing there I see a face
Soiled with turmoil
I sit, pounding about my sister’s copper sun skin
Playing with her hair
Wearing my dress
Why should I care?…I,
Unlike she, am boisterous and cantankerous
She is a beauty — shy and poised
Care will I…I, am a woman
A black woman at that
Who has a pride
History — that has a story to tell
I…am…me
A hue of a nation, a prided of a culture, a cry of a heart, a laugh of a child, a hurt of lost passion, a song to sing.