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Reality Check

Blakely Veronica
Chocolate brown butt so round
For all the world to see.
Fine as wine, just my kind
But why doesn’t he want me?
Tall or short, he loves to court
The ladies in the mall
Wide of girth with lots of worth
But none for me at all.
Blue-collar white collar it doesn’t
matter
Black men are all the rage! 
Brown,
caramel, cinnamon or smoke 
I say hello
and they don’t even wave.
“What’s going on?” I ask myself
Have I been hiding under a rock?
Black men used to love black women
Now to white women they seem to
flock.
Don’t fret you say and keep holding
on
Things will change in time.
Or I could do just like the Brothas
But I’m not of the mind to cross the
line.
Black men look the same and so do I
When did dating start to change?
I alter my hair, my weight and my
clothes
They don’t notice my looks have been
rearranged.
Then it dawned on me, a frightening
reality
My changes don’t matter in spite
Of my weight, my smile or even my
hairstyle
Cause’ Brothas prefer women who are
“light” or white.
Since I am neither, and I don’t
aspire to be
I am comfortable with who I am
But suddenly this dating thing
Makes me feel like I ain’t worth a
damn!
I’m not angry, just a little
perplexed
What is a Sistah to do? Does this
mean
Brothas are off limits
And my future with one is through?!
I refuse to believe that in spite of
the trends
I won’t give up and I’ll do all I can
Cause I want exactly what most white
women got

And that’s the love of a BLACK MAN!