blackgirl
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A slave in massas feilds and a slave
in massas sheets
His plae grown body pressed
on her like cleats
His grip on her 14 year old body felt like
years of pain
Weighing her down like heavy metal
Oluwatoyin is you,
Oluwatoyin is me.
She was pretty and vocal,
She was elegant and direct.
As gorgeous as the light glistening on a beach wave,
As youthful as the child playing outside.
Oluwatoyin is you,
Oluwatoyin is me.
She was pretty and vocal,
She was elegant and direct.
As gorgeous as the light glistening on a beach wave,
As youthful as the child playing outside.
I am curvy and nerdy
Self-esteem a little sturdy
Hmm.. can 't even count how many times I've been told I have a body that people pay for
I am curvy and nerdy
Self-esteem a little sturdy
Hmm. can't even count how many times I've been told I have a body that people pay for
But how is that supposed to make me feel good, when those people are always shamed for
Growing up like any other kid i had to have “the talk”. You know the talk when they explain that people will automatically assume that your ignorant, thunderous, and bombastic because your 10 shades darker than them. Or you know the talk when you
I cannot live without knowing that I am a black girl.
My skin is as dark as the soil.
My life is brought to the roots of my ebony.
When I was young I had brown eyes the color of dirt but I imaged them as creamy and smooth as chocolate dripping off big juicy red strawberries on a hot summer’s day
My brown skin
I wear it with shame,
Teased and taunted everyday.
Is my brown skin not worty of love?
Is this brown skin a curse, because sometimes it sure as hell feels like it?
If it isn’t my skin, then what shall it be?
The two arms and legs that extend directly from me?
That enable me to run past the wind, and jump the hurdles in front of me.
I am a beautiful black girl.
I was born with beautiful kinky hair.
I walk on beautiful thick thighs and I see through beautiful brown eyes.
Because a Queen is not a Queen without her King.
A woe-man is nothing without man
woe - suffering
I burned the American Flag.
Literally.
I burned the American Flag and I recorded it on video.
Hi, Im Zyra.
Eyes stare, long straight hair
Dark innocent face, Tight coiled hair, stareing back with a glare
First thing they notice is, shes black
Disgusted faces and rude remarks mumbled under their breaths
Brown skin like the deepest of mahogany,have the deepest of souls but it's a shame that they don't know ...just how much there worth.
They've succumbed and let the world get the best of them then let the ghetto have the rest of them.
