Woman.

Carefree.

To be a carefree black girl is to defy the standards that were set for you.
A carefree black girl smiles in the face of evil and dances at the sight of trouble - Welcome it with a warm embrace, mothering it without any second thoughts. A carefree black girl loves unconditionally because she was born to do so, graceful accepting her falls and standing with her back straight against the world's anger.

Carefree black girl.
Walking around with her overly-"tan" skin and melanin gleaming because of the sun.
Imagine bright purple box braids, shorts up her ass cheeks, muffin top and all.
Bending it over for a real one in the middle of the Target's electronic department.
Noses of the pale turning up at her, but she grins,
Traditional NOLA Bounce music blasts from her phone,
Claiming she "Rode That Dick Like a Solider" ,
She's happy,
Not because her baby daddy finally decided to pay the child support for a child neither of them has,
But because she just graduated college less than two hours ago.
Top of her class.
Nothing can dim her lights.
So she'll shine.
Cause she's a carefree black girl.

Carefree black girl.
Walking around with her overly-"tan" skin and melanin gleaming because of the sun.
Afro stiff with 4c kinks,
Lips plump in a smile, painted a bright red against her dark skin,
Silk graces her skin as she seems to flow through the fields of grass,
Running from her fears,
Yet still with a smile.
She sways to the beat of a song unheard,
Singing to the only man that loved her,
Her voice sultry and sensual for all to hear.
She's a carefree black girl.
And  always will be.

To be a carefree black girl is to defy the standards that were set for you.
A carefree black girl smiles in the face of evil and dances at the sight of trouble - Welcome it with a warm embrace, mothering it without any second thoughts. A carefree black girl loves unconditionally because she was born to do so, graceful accepting her falls and standing with her back straight against the world's anger.