nMy skin I brown nMy hair is platinum blonde, today nBurgundy tomorrow nMy nails is long nI know no sorrow, cause nAin't nothing I care to know, but? nWhere my check so I can get my tix for the Jay-Z show nAnd nI do aspire to be a video-ho do nand I know nPop-eye got shot last night nBut nthat's how it go, in da ghetto nIn da ghetto nWhat do they call me? nRead the tattoo on the left breast nMy name is? Lexxus nYeah girl nmy name is? Lexxus nGet it right nnMy skin was young, so young nIt burned and tore nMy hair was pressed and curled nand tied with ribbons that Sunday morn nSeptember 15, 1963 nI screamed nIn the basement of the church, I screamed nThe last day I would ever see nMa and Pa would never know the woman I would grow up to be nI was an involuntary offering for humanity nWhy did they hate me? nWhy dey hate me, so, so, sooo nWhat did they call me? nFour Little Girls nFour Little Girls nnMy skin is tough nThis woman nThis nLunch and home, mistake and love maker ndouble shift worker nsometimes warrior, sometimes weak nThis wife nThis single soldier nGod-given, God fearing, God doubting nThis, bearer of wisdom and fruit and pain nThis once girl? Sometimes still nsaint, sinner, teacher, multi-tasker, friend, this everyday wonder nThis? Woman nThis? Nation-builder nThis? Raiser of leaders, of losers, of babies, of boys who will become men nGirls who will become women nThis? Woman nSome call me mama nHey mama nHey mama nHey mama nnMy eyes are a rainbow nI reflect the spectrum nI have seen much nMy heart weighs heavy nEven with joy I feel so much nMy hair is electric nI am ablaze, I am the source nI can feed you or starve you nBreath life into you or bleed you nI can fuck you or love you nI don't care how they call me nI know who I is nCall me? ncrazy, divine, Ma'at, true honeybun, Supreme Pontifica, electric lady, holy prostitute nI don't care what you call me nI know who I is nI know who I is nI know who I is nI know who I is nI is? nMammy, mulatto, welfare mom nMatriarch, mid-wife nI IS