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*What Was A Black Woman's Truth*
I’m praying hard for better daysI promise I’m going to hold onSo many of my brothers dead and goneFlying high with the man in the sky Looking downWaiting for something to be done
A black girl's hair is her crown,Her light fluoresces even when she is down,A black girl's hair is diverse,But according to European standards it's the worst,
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