Dearest Darling

Dearest Darling,

You may be black, and these days you may still feel like a circus attraction

"look how that black girl walks, look how she talks, look how she's dressed, it's not like the rest"

 She can hear your whispers, your laughs, those eyes that try to burn holes in her back

But no she won't let it drag her down, though she may lose her breath in this endless sea, she refuses to drown

Honey you are a queen who sits high on her throne wear your crown with pride and rule with a fist of stone

Yes, i know some days its hard and some days you were left battered, bruised and scarred

But that pain makes us tough for the rode ahead that is sure to be rough

So little black girl take my hand because this is not your end we've just began