i am a girl.
i am not a toy to be broken,
or a game to be played,
nor am i am a token
to be bought in an arcade.
i am not a record to be spun
or a glass doll to be cracked,
nor am i a trophy to be won
or a puppet in their act.
he is a boy.
he is not another name
that can simply be replaced.
he is not the one to blame
when hard times are faced.
he is not another dead boy
done by the works of the police
he is not another decoy
or departing symbol of peace.
we are black.
we aren't their project
or a charity case to relieve their guilt
we aren't something to neglect
or a garden to watch wilt.
we can't be sprayed with cheap paint
or drenched in fake glitter,
we aren't a canvas for them to taint
or a dummy to pull the trigger.
we shine on our own,
no need for store-bought supplies,
i mean, look at how much we've grown
we don't need that fake glitter and trophies
we are our own prize.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Black Girl
Poésie"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.
