Oh you poor rich Black girl
Your tears fill calabashes that nurture your nation
Your love is the tree whose flowers decorate your land
Your strength is the root of your wealth
You poor black girl
Your fragile shoulders bow to the weight of your baggage
Your experienced eyes have seen bloodshed and gold just the same
You poor black girl
Your coarse voice is more melodious than chipping birds
Your skin is broken and battered A map of treasured memories
You poor black girl
Your thin and crooked arms have held the most precious cargo
Your feet have trampled upon the richest of lands and barren war zones just the same
You poor black girl
Your toothless grin is worth more than the gems of this world
Your appreciation comes from a heart that has bled yet has also seen a lot of good
You poor black girl
Your wondering mind has taken you to places not known to man yet
Your dreams have taken you to places some only wish to see
You poor rich little black girl
You may be broken and torn but you are worth more than you know
Your light shines brighter than the morning star
Black girl rise
Never fear your dreams
Never forget your worth
YOU ARE READING
My Black Song
RandomAfrican pride Hope Tears Joy Black -we wear our hearts on our sleeves hoping one day we will change the world's cold hearted or maybe finally be happy with the way the world is obviously doomed to be-
