Black girl magic 

It’s so tragic 

As I watch it fade away

 

Our thick long locks 

And unique thoughts 

Now a trend of yesterday

 

But now we have 

Thin long weaves 

Yet no smooth curves 

Oh my just let me pray

 

We even brag 

Oh must I say?

About how fair our skin is.

Why do we live this way?

 

At last I smile 

It’s not all gone

While I raise my daughter 

A certain way.

 

“Be proud of your hair 

Take the insults as insurance.

Insurance that their hair can never do as yours 

Even with a perm.”

 

“Be proud of your body 

As you watch them get injections and infections 

Trying to take what you were born with.”

 

“And baby girl never forget

Your skin, you see?

Some people get baked and burned 

For what us comes naturally.”