blackqueens
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Rise UP
Rise up I say, why you gotcha ya head bowed
This ain’t what our ancestor had in mind when they feet hit the ground
Running as fast as they could, never looking back at the enemy
i have always been a fighter.
not the "squae up, meet me afterschool" type of fight.
i'm talking about the boy in my class just called me the "n word,"
Look deeply into my roots and see that my curls are unruly.
My curls define me
Curled to perfection
Every kink and coil
Each designed to fit me
Tell a story of my well-being
My hair is my destiny
