Dear Teacher,
I am the black girl sitting in the back of your classroom
The black girl that deals with racism day after day
The black girl that goes through hell day after day
And I want to say something to you
I am quite
I am quite but the words I do speak are powerful
Powerful than all jokes and all laughter that gets thrown my way
My words are powerful and with that I demand the attention and the respect that I do deserve
I am physically weak
I am weak but my mind is strong
Stronger than all bullies and all lies that are being told on me
My mind is strong and with that I am blessed with the ability to push past negativity
My words and my mind are a deadly weapon
With these I can transform from the ignorant nigger that people think I am
I transform into a powerful, strong, beautiful black woman
The same type of woman you think I'm not capable of being
And I want to say something to you
Fuck You
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