Dear Society
Dear Society,
As soon as I come from my mother you put me into a box
Yo.Ain't.Dawg.Bro
But those arent the words I spoke
I'm sorry I'm educated and I know how to speak,
But black girls are uneducated til you see me
You want to say "oh look a black girl she knows how to speak,
So I'm not disrespectful I'll say she sounds like me"
I like to wear my hair down my back; sometimes I don't wear it in a fro
You think I have self hate even ridicule me, but when its a fro you call it nappy so...
Someome forgot to give me YOUR instructions on MY life
I didn't know to be me meant I didn't "act black"
So Dear Society as soon as I come from my mother I'm put into a box
I'm so sorry I don't fit into your box
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