I once was told
that
I was pretty;
for a black girl...
What does that mean?
That my rich skin
Doesn't match
the worth
of the words I speak
That my eyes are to dark
to
match my bright
personality
or
That my nose
is
to unproportional
to compliment
My entire
fazique
I told him
You are ignorant
to believe
In such fantasies
Don't you dare
Limit us
To
What you consider
A common
Normality
every
black girl you meet
is
born a Queen
Generations
of
Power And Nobility
Runs
though our veins
