Black girl
It’s not the color of your skin
the texture of your hair
the size of your butt
the spread of your thighs
that defines you.
It’s the way you stand up tall
The confidence in your talk
That makes people grow towards you.
Each individual sees different
But what do you see?
I see me and you the same color on the out
But very different inside.
I wouldn’t define myself as a “black girl”
Which is just a color.
I would define myself as Me
And you as you
We are together as one
But our personalities are two
Different things.
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