Why - A Poem

Ashley scott
why

when u look at me what do u see?

a beautiful black woman that is me.

why do i have to struggle to make a single dolla?

why do these men on the passenger side want to holla?

why do u treat me the way you do?

why do u have to lie? be honest be true.

why do i have to see the pains of life?

am i pretty enough to be somebody's wife?

why am i feeling so sad?

I guess cause all the people i come across treat me bad.

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