Here's to all the black girls
that wake up in the morning wishing for a different hair texture,
A different skin tone;
Anything that allows them to be seen as a treasure instead of failure
Looks of disgust and snickers as they pass
Society tells us to be ourselves then when you do, you're the laughing stock
The culture that everyone mocks but somehow seems to get no credit for.
Why do we have to go the extra mile to convince our girls to love what looks back at them?
Why do we have to stress the fact that even the darkest skin is still a gem,
with the most gorgeous glow wrapped on top with a huge red bow
How dare you tell our girls not to love what sprouts out of their scalp?
Too self expressive & you're called bitter as they forget passionate exists
If it was another race, it would be bold & outspoken
Now that's a true plot twist
Flinching at the scars on your hands from catching yourself from
falling into heavy depression bouncing back with plenty of bittersweet lessons that are
Deeper than the water you drown in after trying to rid the resentment on your light brown face
& the guilt eats you alive for having the audacity to wish you were another race
These habits, they are learned
Dear black girls, please stop searching high and low for acceptance
It is at the very tip of your fingers.
Now reach for a seed of clarity and next to it you will plant a seed of peace
Later, little black girl, you will grow up & remember how you blossomed
Loving yourself seemed so impossible
The Universe told you go to sleep, give it to God - BABYGIRL I got you.
So you ran along and loved the stained tears along your curves
And the way your body moved
flawlessly while you danced in your underwear
While running your fingers through your perfectly coiled hair
You look in the mirror and smile at Gods lovely creation
The sun is dragged back into sight
Society taught the clouds to hand on so tight
But you made it right, beautiful black girl full of light