'beautiful black woman' 'myself ' 'being me' 'confident'
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the stars whose shadows need life
whose life needs eyes and a meek vibe
a vibe of a tyke, who can hide
their every minor sigh!
the stars whose shadows need life
whose life needs eyes and a meek vibe
a vibe of a tyke, who can hide
their every minor sigh!
Dear black men,
Who like to quack
About us females being
Too black
Comparing us to
“Tip of a match”
I bet
I have Black Girl Magic running through my veins,
It’s a type of magic that can’t be contained,
It’s a crown that’s on my head,
It’s a crown that I wear every day, even to bed,
You see,
She is cool, straight-backed, circumspect.
She doesn’t ooze emotion.
She orders green eggs and lamb, and lets the joke speak for itself, not offering a gratuitous laugh. Relentless in her pursuit of authenticity.
It's like a shadow.
Falling beside me, but not on me.
Or in me.
"You're not mixed?"
They ask with a questioning smile on their face.
Head full of curls
Soft to the touch, but hard to handle
Sitting on top of the heads of melanin enriched girls
The beauty of my roots sits upon my head entangled
There goes a time in a young girls life where she is told she is not good enough. That she will never be as pretty as the next. I was told I wasn’t pretty enough or tall enough or skinny enough.
