black girl

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I am a black girl I am a black Muslim girl I speak for the black boy And the black Muslim boy I speak to them now   I ask of you what I wish
  and I am sitting in my bed and i see the water turn my doorknob, dissolve the door hinges and all I can think is that “orange” is the only word that has ever seemed to rhyme
To the darkskinned black girl, You are compromised of honey, cacao, love, soul, and have been delicately, intricately, and selectively crafted by the very fingers of God himself.
I am black  And I am a girl  And with these traits I hold danger in my arms like a mother to a son she wasnt ready for  How could you ever be ready for the world when the world isnt ready for you ?
Where I’m from by : Bria Baptiste   I am from the small kitchens From the soulful sounds of the urban And the colorful playgrounds  
  Hello from the other side. A darker side of life where you are the last brown crayon to be picked in the box.
So rich in flavor, natural and raw It's no clue no one can withstand my Exploding, mouth-watering taste so pushed to the side They leave me a waste..  
I am a black girl with sensual hips and full lips I am a black girlwith a secret language i am a proud black girlwhat it means to be a black girl  one within this sacred sisterhoodone with naturei am a black girl learning the ropes you cannot brea
I have lived for decades I have lived for yearsI am the image of the African American girl and her struggle.
Go ahead, groan. roll your eyes, chuckle, snicker, do whatever you like. It's that girl. Me. You know exactly who I am. The black girl living in a predominantly white area.
I want someone. Someone whose thoughts will collide with mine. Someone whose thoughts shall make love with mine. Someone whose on the same wavelength as me. Someone who can fuck with me.
She was quiet.  But she wasn't shy. She had an attitude of a lioness. The mindset of Angela Davis.  And a spirit that God would soon bless. She was gracious on a daily basis.  
Name me as the hope of the slaves Frame me in my mothers gaze Let me breathe in open air Even though we've yet to make it there Black bodies sway in time With the drums playing in my mind.
i stand in front of my mirror staring at
These four walls hold me in Blank and bare, so naked, I stare The dimmed light from the screen Makes a Glow. A dull glow because it is dark, past 11.
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