Did she ever arrive?
It does not appear she did!
Young foolish girl
Or snobbish something else?
She had no idea what the world
Was like according to her mama
She just thought she could walk in
And take over as if she was a diva?
Snort, your majesty!
Whee have you been?
Everyone knows the queen
Is addressed in that fashion.
And you lived in Toronto!
Would you have curtseyed
To Michelle?
Without even thinking about it?
You give people the impression
You have never been anywhere
And then your mama had to remark
That she sadly had not taught you
About racism and you were unaware....
Horse....
No one is that naive.
It was not racism but naivitism
Having Jimmy sending you over
Just to show off his stupidity
Did not qualify you
For being allowed to represent
Your race nor be seen as acceptable
When in fact
You did not want to show
Respect for the fat old lady
For what reason?
Did she offend
I think not
You are just the generation
Of disrespect.
You want to be provided
Everything and without elegance.
You act as if you have arrived.
But from where?
Just being black colored
Does not mean you have the right
To be rude and unjust.
Leading that young man on
As if you are really intersted
In his welfare
Just the opposite
No divorce expects to marry
A Prince at all.
You were given an assignment
He found you not alluring
But reminensence of his own mother
Frail and fragile
And yet you give yourself away
Do you curtesy?
Oh my god!
If you were in Africa
You would be expected to show
Thier Presidents, Chiefs and Princes
This curtesy, bow and curtsy!
How did you approach the Obamas?
Did you walk over and slap him!
Or did you gush girly?
Did you allow yourself to bow down
To the Queen Michelle?
Or did you even care
Who they were?
Just walked right past them
And over to England.
What were you expecting?
For the old lady to give up
Her seat for you?
So, you could become Queen
As well, as Michelle
And sit there with your feet up
And your staff leaning against
Your throne?
Where are you going
With your hate>
Giving the poor young man
The impression you are in love
But really you have no one
But yourself that you care about
Not even your own mother
Did you want at your wedding
It embarrassed you
Your father decided to stay
Away, once he realized
What you were up to.
You claim to have lost your own father.
But it was you who thought
You could replace him.
Do you really think
That Charles is going to drop
Everything and come rescue you?
Your little tantrum's
And your deceptive documentary
Are designed for you to have
Your way one more time.
You want to be treated like
The Queen herself
Do you know how to curtsy?
You went once or twice
When you were a little girl
And were given the great opportunity
Of meeting her with all the thrills
You do know how to curtsy
Because you were given lessons
On how to behave in public.
You did not forget them
You just did not know you
Had to follow through.
An actress is not what
You are but a Charleton!
Stop lying to yourself
You have already arrived.
Moviestar's used to come from
All sorts of backgrounds
Including royalty and east coast
Upper-class such as Bogart
As well as cowboys.
It is has been noticed
That you arranged
For the young naive
Obama girls a chance
At their Hollywood dreams
Instead of being satisfied
With the White house
Or a life with others
They choose to go to LA
Where they are giving up
Thier parents as well
Pretending a white woman
Is their real mother
Instead of Michelle
Who is not seen as good enough
After they get a taste
Of the same life
As you yourself
Experienced, while other
Are still being shot
For no reason
Your generation have
Made yourself over into queens
Not wanting to acknowledge
Having come from poverty
But willing to threaten
With extortion the idea
That you have been made
To submit to the rights of others.
That is life dear.
Others have rights
They have the right to be respected.
As Humans.
Not to be disrobed
And paraded around
Not to be robbed
And thrown out of the family home
Or kept from recieving
Medical treatment in order
To cause them to just die.
In order for you not to feel
Any guilt at all over their demise.
You and your generation
Want too much.
It is not a matter of different
Upbringing nor racism
But your hate crimes
Against humanity.
When will you see what
You have done to everyone
Of your people
Such as Brittany
Who had no chance
To get through airport
Security because of your behavior.
I speak from experience
Of having a white mother
Who showed no one respect.
Expected her Native American
Daughter to accept her lifelong
Hate towards her by lying to each
And every stupid little girl
Who thinks they can be the real princess
Behind my back.
All she understands for marrying
The son of a scientist who was university
Trained that we have no understanding
Of life nor science or religion
Her mind was washed and made over
By some group
Who feared the Indians
Rising up and retaking their lands.
Meanwhile, your kind
Don't care what happens
As long as it is understood
That you are descendants
Of African Queens
And expect to be treated in fashion.
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