African American Woman
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You see before I could read,the world had already burdened mewith the color of my chocolate skin.The world had taught me thatI was less than perfect outside and within.You see I didn't begin to understand
Dear young brown girl
Brown skin, kissed from the sun
Brown eyes made from specks of gold
Tight-coiled curls shaped like a wand
From the roots of Africa
To the land of the “claimed” free
My mother was a spiderBirthing six differentniggers onto a plantation,Farmed and raised by A home owner of two.
A year ago, I stood at the edge of a cliff
A steep drop-off to the unknown.
I did not know
if I jumped off the edge
I would discover I was able to fly.
A Modern Woman
First I was a Mother. 1
Then I was an Old womb tied up in ropes.
Then I was sold to give a Dopamine rush,
I’m just a young black woman,
Trying to get educated.
Cause one day when I have children,
I don’t want to tell them how I ALMOST made it.
I want to tell them how I passed,
I am an African American Woman
And I was the lowest of the low in history.
Thank you Lincoln for helping set me free.
Thank you Mr. King Junior for speaking your dream.
