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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