black girl magic
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These thighs of thunder
Plunder
The skies
Catch your eyes
As you realize
The wonder
Of my color
And size
What is the best I can hope for?
A seat at the table with those who look down upon me?
If I speak and dress eloquently I will somehow be acceptable?
Hello.
I say with a smile on my face
Because their gaze is in search
Of all my stereotypical mistakes
Before I even make them.
She was born from fire.AndFrom those ashes she rose.burnt skin-Burnt skin that sizzled down like gift paper that had been thrown into the fire.
Just because I am a darker skin color
I am not ghetto
I am not out of what's "acceptable"
I am not white washed
I am more intelligent than you think
Just because I am nonexistent in your household
Dear Langston Hughes,
What happens to a queen that’s darkened?
Does her skin become a question of success or failure
Dear Black Girl,
Let me start by saying I apologize
for all the times I didn't recognize
the beauty in my brown curls
and shake in my thighs
for when I let others tell me
Crickets chirping, light off suddenly she's in the dark.Heart pounding, mind racing, just her & her thoughts.Good & bad, the wish I could's, was it me? What did I do?
tiana didn't ask for a prince
she was an entrepeneur
she didn't ask for her best friend to be a rich white girl
but she took it with grace
she wasn't supposed to turn into a frog
Bieng black is like being labeled as bad
As if there's a choice about your color of skin
As if you could cahnge it like 1,2,3
A battle that seems like it cannot be winned
It time to see
Dear Magic Black Women,
We love your curls and your curls, your straight hair and your slim figure.
We love your dark skin, your midtone skin, your light skin.
Do you see me?
I do not need the sun. I like the night.
Do you see them?
They do not need the sun. They like the stars.
One day when there is only night, I shall be the sun.
I am the chosen one.
When I smile you feel anger
Does my happiness harm you
Does it smack your hate dead in the face
Does my joy make you upset
Did it hurt your poor little feelings
Because if it did…
I guess
