FemaleEmpowerment
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With every step she takes a calculation
And though she hears their whispers
That she always plays alone
She knows better
Dear brown girl,
They don’t know why
You are dripping in melanin
And honey and cocoa butter.
They don’t know that
I am Ready
Ready to move past this depression
Ready to speak and not just recite my confessions
Ready to deliver myself from myself
This ain't vanity because I don't rhyme for my own health
Song lyrics written in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror.
Waiting for a real man to step up and be her hero,
Is a beautiful girl—beaten down by her fears.
She closes her eyes wishing they would all disappear.
