I cannot live without knowing that I am a black girl.
My skin is as dark as the soil.
My life is brought to the roots of my ebony.

I cannot live without knowing that I am a black daughter.
My hair is as tough as cotton,
That our ancestors picked while anticipating that a change is going to come.

I cannot live without the knowing that I will be a black woman.
My intricate soul is the embodiment of Mother Africa.
My history bleeds through my veins with every pulse of my heartbeat.

I cannot live without knowing that I am a black girl.
As I look down at my brown skin,
My melanin looks back and smiles…

Thus I realized that I will not live knowing that I am a black girl.
I cannot live without the idea of knowing what being a black girl means.