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Dear Little Black Girl that desires to be me. I want you to grow up and chase your own dreams. Don't follow my footsteps, don't do as I do. Create your own path and be you.
Slavery...the practice of forcing an individual to work, With absolutely no pay.Hustling early morning to late night in the fields,With undoubtfully no say.Day by day, the slaves pray,To make it out alive, knowing they must stay. Bull whips constr
We've grown up being told that we can become anything. But the white lies turn into the darkness that consumes you. Because once your hopes get high enough, they come crashing down and
Black In America. i felt it for the first time. how Ironic. I was always Black In America.
Another story on the news just broke A father just died from being choked Just like an innocent boy with a toy got killed And a teen with his hands up was shot against his will
Chocolate. Some of lifes best joy. To eat and take in the natrual beauty. The beautiful Browness that melts in your mouth. Chocolate. many people love to eat it .
Her story begins where her mother’s ended She tries to occupy and conceptualize the idea, that her history, was intended She’s scared, and each step she takes to escape leads to her life being at stake.
sometimes i look at historythrough a microscopeand i feel so stingingly,gut-splicingly ashamedfor what happenedfor what is happeningfor what will happen
I’m talking to you Hey There you! Pull Up your pants, how dare you walk around like that and call yourself a man Pants hanging low, you should be ashamed of yourself That’s the reason why they created “The Belt”!