I am the beautiful woman standing by the power of God
Saved by Jesus Christ
I have the love for All mankind in my heart
I have come to know who I am,
Whose I am and where I belong.
Folks distinguished me from other minorities
By my physical characteristics,
"I, Me. and My"
they think they know me
Unlike other racial or cultural minorities
they judge me
The smirk at me,
 talk about me, but they do not know me.
Yes they labor me what they want
and as whom they want
Poor sick minds flickering into that which they do not know
Can not know and might never know.
I the black woman am not distinguished by culture
From the dominant group.
I am said to be a woman that have completely
 Lost my ancestral culture, and hold no value
In the man without color world
I am a woman and not a girl.
When I was a girl I acted as a girl
But when I became a woman I stood up,
Took on my responsibilities and here I am
A blooming child of the King
With His help I can do anything.
There is nothing impossible for me.
I speak the same language; I practice the same religion,
And accept the same values and political ideals
as the dominant group.
But yet their world and many in my own world
does not see me, as me
Consequently, when one speaks of Black culture in the United States,
One can only refer to the folk culture of the rural Southern Black
Or the traditional forms of behavior and values which have grown
Out of the Black’s social and mental isolation. . 
drifted by the dominant group
never looking at themselves as the one that have polluted my race
by their interaction of desires, desiring and needing to taste and touch. .