To Black Girls

BLack Girls get depressed too!! :

In my soul, my happiness has died

I'm so sad, I convince myself that life is a dream

I can no longer hide, that I as a black girl am

depressed. 

"What?"

Yes, you expect me to be fine under all this stress

but no, I am in deep rest. 

I may chuckle and laugh, but I the black girl 

am depressed.

Continuing to smile through the pain is only an act.

I cry everynight, I pray that somebody will notice

and show just that I have a shoulder to cry on.

I cry for help in every aspect of my life

from the random mood swings and the overly laughig 

but secretly screaming that someone will see through me.

My eyes slightly close, expressing the ambition i've lost,

that energy that died, the struggles i've tried

and the mask I strive for.