Dear Blk girl
Can I ask you why you
Be
So
Chill ?
Like Chicago lake front winds got not a damn thing on you?
Like ice cube and Ice tea been trying to sue you for copyright infringement?
Like snow envies you ?
Like
Elsa refuses to let this go?
Like dragon ball z wanted you to do the voice over for freeza
Cause it's only right ?
Like that one baby face song everybody auntie know how to step to ?
Like
Why you be
So
I can't believe it's not butter smoove?
Like you gotta spell that with a (v) and a (e )?
Like
Cocoa and shea moisturizer on skin ?
Like terry crews head
Or a milk dud
Or buddy who be getting down on the skates at the rink ?
Like
I don't get it
How yo melanin crust over and sweeten like honey in sunlight ?
Like brown sugar on lips ?
Like the very last bowl  of cereal because ya moms job bugging with her paycheck and this all you got so you devour and savor each individual flavor from the fruity pebbles?
How yo rhythm like
Quiet storm on the way back home from a visit to ya cousins crib ?
Like Billie croons and Etta melodies ?
Like Smokie Robison , crusin ?
Like catching Anita up in the rapture of love ?
Like Maurice ice cold peppah stepping on Saturday nights
Like purple haze riff?
I just don't get it I suppose
How
You be
Starry night
Untitled 81
Hollywood African
History of black people
Wrapped into ripped paint blotched sheets
Though
You silent
You silent sadness that ache in the morning time when nobody knows
When it's still too dark to know what time it is
When uncertainty clouds judgement
When melanin debates cause multitudes of migraines also known as "light skin vs.dark skin"
When others say vernacular speaks for intelligence
When kinks and coils become matted and refuse to be tamed
When clouded days block your happiness
When your happiness sometimes be plaster fake
When you gotta be more of an actor than one could ever
But you push through pain
like wisdom tooth through gum
Like 18 hours of labor and turning around three days later to do 18 hours of labor
Like
You become the epitome of art and makes many question you
How dare they not see that art isn't supposed to always be wall painting beautiful
But still is
Especially in its beginning phase
Especially when dreams and prayers become etched on cardboard soul
Pencil scrape solid lines
Straighter than forked Road
Black girl
Why you don't remember you born from star dust and callused fingers
Moonshine and those rings around Saturn that resemble all those necklaces  you wear
The scent of hot meals at family home
Of comets that refuse to exhaust their flames
Of every twinkle of hope that ever fell from ancestor eye
You Devine being
Why you bring joyless situations sweet gaped teeth smile and capsize it like titanic
Let your captivating oils comfort those who are drawn in by your aura just to destroy it
Have your knees buckle under the weight of a world that constantly forgets your existence up until they feel like choosing what you should wear to avoid trouble ,how you should present yourself to said standards and
how you should simply accept everything that's "given" to you
Why you bring in those who choose not to bring in your greatness
You let them in
you let hate filter it's way through your peace like bad coffee grounds
Bitter bits become familiar
So familiar
You feel
Like lost cause
Like broken wing on baby butterfly
Like pissed on canvas of Warhol
You feel like
There's no point of feeling at all
Because if you are not in pain then What is feeling at all
But dear black girl
You are more than what they can comprehend
You are more than what any man decides to declare you as
They tend to forget
It was
Your anger , your attitude, your loud boisterous mouth
That made change happen
They forget
You are what jewels wish to grow up and be
That your accomplishments go unnoticed
Untouched
Like unwanted veggies on toddlers plate
So you remain anonymous to them
But I refuse to let that happen