we were born black,
our voices carried through the bends
of the Congo,
our curls braids into the Baobab's,
the steps to our dances imprinted
in the red soil.
we spoke of tales and dreams
we were the stars against the sky,
dancing in the moonlight to the rhythm
of the cricket's song.
the bright sun shone
through our sturdy teeth in smiles,
the warm earth no match for the sweet
flames on our tongues,
able to fight those who tried to
quench us.
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.
