Magic That Doesn't Die

Dreams that surpass the clouds

And somehow all of it’s greatness contained

She was a woman, a real one

Her mind and the sun were sisters

Raising four boys is the greatest thing

Her warmth had never got the

Chance to touch

Black Girl Magic

A mother going to law school by night

Black Girl Magic

Teaching her son’s how to live

While she’s dying

Black Girl Magic

The sun stolen by earth’s problem

Problems that snuff out Black Girl Magic like

A candle light, and that was

The opening Act

But that Magic lived on

It was raised in the dictionary community

Where Black Meant Proud

And I used my vocabulary to

Start movements with my mouth

I remember when the belt was around my neck

Magic’s Champ doesn’t know he has the Title

Magic Once Again almost Extinguished

But writer’s ache means that I’m pulling more than

Black ink from this pen

Cause on this paper, Magic Lives Forever

So that no one can truthfully write

Murder

Black Girl Magic won’t die this time around

Black Girl Magic won’t be snuffed out

Black Girl Magic can’t and won’t be in vain