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This is an ode to the black girls,
Regardless of skin tone, of hair type,
Of whether your nose is called too wide, or your lips are too full.
To the black girls who were told since birth to change.
To change their looks, their attitudes, their style.
To the black girls who are ignored when they weep,
When they scream, even when they speak.
Remember, Black Girls,
That you are the blueprint, what they most envy.
They know power runs through your veins,
Just as much as the light absorbed by your skin.
So they tried to take it from you, to silence you,
To make you seem smaller than you truly are.
They criticized your culture, your words, your looks.
They turned you into a stereotype and told you to accept it,
And then they stole the very things they made you hate about yourself.
And when you complain? When you rage?
They tell you to comply, to step aside.
"It's a form of flattery", they say,
While they continue to try to destroy your very essence,
Sometimes your very existence.
And because of this, I say to you, my sweet black girls,
Never let them dim your potential, your divinity, your magic.
Never let them forget that you are the mold, the subject of their envy.
Never let them silence your fury, your strength, your will to fight.
Because, my wonderful black girls,
You are angels among mortals,
And they should feel lucky to be in the presence of something so divine.
-NLR
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Midnight Confessions
Poetry"I think new writers are too worried that it has all been said before. Sure it has, but not by you." -Asha Dornfest In which this author writes about life and love and everything in between.
