Questions of why we’re always laughing so loud

Or how we continually stick out in the crowd

Never faze us

We just smile and shrug

Or hit a mean mug

We don’t let them unnerve us

 

Comments about our “crazy" hair

Wavy, kinky, curly, swirly

Why it sticks up, out, and over there

We just grin from ear to ear

And shake our extraordinary tresses

 

Judgments placed on our ebony skin

They act as if they can’t see the shine from within

Telling us we better not get any darker

We just beam as we sit under the sun even longer

While our skin illuminates and gets even bronzer

 

As we walk about

Chins up expressions proud

They can’t help but stop and stare at

The carefree black girls