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The Night We Sang


A lil while ago I stayed in a dorm On like the third day we had a mandatory 1am lecture All about us misbehavin The lecture turned from war To an emotional seminar. Chills ran through me with anger Man they were vicious All the girls that had to stay back felt guilty & promiscuous We formed one unit then broke We tore One girls mama had her teeth knocked out by a two by four My hand is squeezing a girls I never met before I look at all the black girls faces And all I saw was Rape Galore BLACK. My bones have never really cracked but I broke that day Sobbing on jesus's neck One thing that we all can relate Is the struggle and hate Of the black woman today. We had a big prayer circle Everybody speaking in tounges I'm sobbin I'm forcing myself to break down So I could finally feel up Shaking. Quakin was the next black girl Freshman Man what was she cryin for I didn't even wanna know But trust I held her tight I couldnt let go Being black woman Is to suffer Wither Crack Crave Break Cry And endure Relatable.
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