Black Girl Magic
You might say my forehead is big,
I say that it’s because of the knowledge in my brain.
You might say my hair's a mess,
I say that it’s a part of my personality.
You might say my body is masculine,
I say it’s from caring America on my back.
You might say my lips are too big,
I say they’re perfect.
You might say my skin is dark,
I say it’s beautiful.
You might say I speak with slang,
But I say I speak just like you.
You might say I’m bossy,
But I say “Good.”
You might say I’m loud,
I say that I just want to be heard.
You might say I am “African American,”
I say I’m not African, I’m just American.
You might say I’m not special,
But I say I’ve got Black Girl Magic.
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