I’m pore, I’m black, I may be ugly and can’t cook, a voice say to everything listening. But I’m here.

The line asserts existence and selfhood in the face of intersecting devaluations—poverty, racism, beauty standards, and domestic expectations. By stacking stigmatized descriptors (“pore,” “black,” “ugly,” “can’t cook”), the speaker names the social categories used to dismiss her, then overturns their power with the blunt claim “But I’m here.” The effect is both defiant and existential: presence itself becomes a form of resistance. The phrase “a voice say to everything listening” frames the statement as testimony—spoken outward to a world that judges, but also inward as self-affirmation. Its significance lies in transforming marginalization into a platform for audibility and survival.