I stood by you, I never left your side, <br />I loaned you my sweat, my tears, my body, <br />I held your hand in bondage, My colored skin, <br />It helped you keep your pride. <br />I helped you fight your battles, I loaned you my heart. <br />I gave you everything, that the white man did not take away <br />From me. Yet, it is so easy for you to betray me <br />I even gave you life, still you have forsaken me. <br />Why is it, you don't remember who I am? <br />Am I not your pride anymore, has my dark skinned shamed you so? <br />Shamed you so that you can no longer love who I am, <br />Or who I've become. I'm your sister, why are you not my brother <br />Why not love me enough to show me, that all our togetherness <br />will be cherished. Our hearts are as one, Oh yes, I know you. <br />Why is it you don't remember who I am? <br />When you look in the mirror, and can't figure out, who you might <br />be, you will see a real Black Woman, The one you can so <br />easily betray, and take for granted. <br />Then and only then, will you be able to recognize and forever <br />Remember me. My name is, Your Real Black Woman.<br /><br />Celeste M. Crenshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-me-12/
