Have you ever wondered how it can feel likeTo handle filmmaking through a non-white lens?For women like myself there was no Klondike I later achieved endurance through my friendsI was born in the South East, in KentuckyRobert and Leuvenia were loving parents When we moved to Kansas we all felt luckyBut rainbows were different for those like usA darker shade of pale was seen as mucky Black migrants as my kin were ExodustersQuite soon though the two took their separate waysI now stood on my own as Tressie Souders African American life was a mazeOur aspirations could not be ambitiousAfter high school I started off my work phase Being a maid turned out to be propitiousMr. Nelson and his family were kindI became an observer, never vicious To the sharing of stories I was inclinedSince I performed in a morality playDepicting lives on stage developed my mindFilm allowed me to advance in a new wayBy shattering the stereotypes on Blacks A Woman’s Error truly marked my heydayGrand it could be in the era of ImaxI then chose to seek fortune in HollywoodYet domestic jobs remained my endorsed acts I met Oscar and ended my maidenhoodMy husband was in charge of a billiard hallBut my status as his Mrs. was no good In San Francisco I no longer felt smallMadame C. J. Walker took me in her homeAs a woman of colour she had it all She was self-made thanks to hair products and foamAnd proved that dreams can be a realityNo limitations should come from a genome.