the blacker the berry
the sweeter the juice
the shorter the rope
the higher the noose
the thicker the branches
the stronger they are
the rougher the rope
the worse the scar
the stronger the wind
the more they sway
the longer they hang
the more they gray
the longer they stay
the more people gather
the brighter their smiles
the louder their laughter
the strike of the match
and smell of burning skin
doesn't ruin their happiness
or crush their grins.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Black Girl
Poetry"The black girl who will embody you all through my small voice that will soon become powerful." ~~~ i have a lot to say and it's on these pages.
