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kinda black


God's gonna trouble the water, black

can't swim but I can wade the water, black

Mamie Till, Sabrina Fulton, Wanda Johnson, black

so black i'm afraid to make a son

yo mama, black

say it to my face, she think she grown, black

body grew up before she did

all my babies born dead, black

everybody, my auntie black

more play cousins than I got teeth in my mouth, than I got prayer in my soul, than I got fight in my fists

I bought my brother to school to fight you, black, after school, black

Freedom School and Boys and Girl's Club

and my sister gotta watch all of us until mama get back, black

double dutch, black

braids not down my back like the rope

the noose is not a metaphor, black

the noose is not a metaphor, black

the noose is not a metaphor , black

unlynchable

make love to you like my body survives 600 years of dying, black

every man that's ever made love to me, has been the most imitated parts of history, black

majored in history but didn't learn about myself

so I'm getting this degree for my mama, black

wait until I get my money right, black

how much money I gotta get,

how much money I gotta get for my black girl life to matter

I mean when they shot Terra the led left a girl sized hole in my chest

felt like 4 years and a degree could never clot the blood

I'm saying when Daisza died the University wrote a pretty article about her live black girl art

but didn't give a dollar to burry her dead black girl body

a black girl body be the best kind of fertilizer

grow collard greens and yams, in the space between the coffin and the tombstone

Sunday dinner, black

kool-aide  with every meal, never fruit punch

the flavor always red

everything I put in my body the same color as blood, black

black, because God made me

He knew that everyday something would try to kill me

and fail

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