Sista!

I see her walking,
permed hair flowing with each step
14 karat gold Jesus around
her neck screams blasphemy...
Acrylics on her tips,
bright red on her lips,
and her eyes... they're green...
just how'd that happen?
3 inch heels, a mini-skirt,
and a "No you didn't" attitude...
I glance down the path she's walking...
and see "Imani Nail Technicians"
How funny it is,
as she sasses through the door.
To spend money on "improving" herself...
Her wishes are material,
so I turn around...
And see you walking.
You.
Oh You.
Hair is curly, short,
and firm on your head
"Happy to be nappy"
The beads around your neck
scream "Marcus, Kwame, Malcolm!"
Fingernails are neat, trimmed,
and yours...
Sandals, African dress and an
"Assalam Alaikum" attitude
I glance down the way you're walking,
and see "Suleiman's African-American Bookstore"...
It's funny to me,
the way you stride in the door
To spend more money on
improving your spirit...
Your wishes are intellectual,
so I must get to know
You
Oh you.
By Any Means Necessary
A True Sista...

By Fayud Muhammad