with 's' branded on their chest
and a cape draped over their backs
they prance around with broad shoulders
and rigid chins,
looking around for what to do
with their born superpower.
with their plastic pearls
and ruined rhinestones dangling
from their neck and ears,
they walk on their rusted ruby roads,
singing like they're royalty.
they are so induced by their magic
hypnotized by their act,
they don't even admit they hold it
in their precious hands
like rain in the desert.
they are so deep in a trance,
obsessed with their skill
they don't admit to the fire
they light with the tips of their charred fingers
like a candle on the darkest night.
and while they stand over us,
a wand in their fists
a cloak on their backs,
heads adorned with a top hat
with smiles so smug, they shrug
and ask,
what privilege?
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Black Girl
Puisi"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.
