Little Girl
Mamma always told me little girl why don't yoou go outside and play don't worry i'll make sure the rent gets paid. Mamma always came home late because she wanted to make sure we had clothes on our back and food on our plate she wanted to make sure we had to place to lay our head and didn't have to worry about nothing but waking up early in the fourth grade making sure we get to school on time and get good grades. Mamma would do the best hting mamma could do to make sure that we didn't have to worry about being on the street that lasted a while until my mamma got tired of fighting and trying she got tired and the landowner wsouldn't buy it he said get out and don't mind coming back if it wasn't for the grace of GOd we would have been walking down the street begging for bread and water. she saw me walk she saw me crawl she saw me cry she gave up her on bed so that I could be when this little girl looks backs over her life all she can say is man what a journey you had to go through now you can tell another young girl who learned to fight outside of convenience it doesn't benefit me as a young girl to be were I am today.
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I am 23 and im going to live my dream i refuse allow racism or poverty stop go ahead gossip about me about how im being struck by lighning and how i was bit by a pitbull walking one day on my way to school white man don't want me to get my education tell me no everytime i ask a question about why they don't like the color of my skin turning my own people against me dis me few years later you see me on the greatness latter and now you wnat to kiss me pretend to wipe my tears away but by the time you got to me i had no more tears left to shed and i was beaten by the ones close by they call you their family yet they are the main ones that are the ghost of gravity trying to weigh me down with their gravity. i am no longer abused I have made the choice step up my game and change the rules who cares if i have a cricket eye or i drool because in my fathers eyes I'm famous in my fathers eyes I'mm cool and i will walk the nations and take back what no one else could like Harriet Tubman or martin Luther king i am not afraid to lead. I would be a fool to step down off my post. as my black leader would always say we shall overcome some day.
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