"I forget already when and where was the first time i found this poem in a piece of paper. but today when i was check ing and tiding up my files, this thing touched the deepest of my heart...." What am I to say From a colored woman's prospective today With my brown skin Dark eyes Thrifty dreams African American eyes Feels like a hot breeze from Congo Blowing my way With echoes from the mountains And whispers Whispers Manipulating my soul To dance and sing And listen to the drummers Listen Shhhhhhhh They are speaking to me Can't you hear? Sending a message out to us sista's Us women of color Us women of glory And eternal everlasting My ancestors look at us in discuss With our chemical treated hair Body exposed like we don't care And my back pressed up against the wall With my belly sticking out And my tears that stained my cheek And my intelligence turned weak Us colored woman today, yes us colored women today What'