Hey black girl, it’s been a while.
That Cherry trailer seems bigger
when the dreams of riding poniesÂ
still make you smile.
Oh, black girl, can you stay a little longerÂ
we missed the little boots dancing inÂ
the rain, roaming through pastures
catching fireflies on warm
summer days.
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Hey, black girl, will theÂ
time catch the beat,
so the curve in those
hips don’t miss theÂ
hands of unity.
Does your world
run away as you
chase after your dreams,
reversing all the steps
as if these legs haven’t
carried the weight
of a nation.
Tell us why you laugh evenÂ
though no jokers are inÂ
your hand-rooted to nurture
the soul of the earthiest specimens, youÂ
bare strength to fight against aÂ
familiar toll. These fees are charged
at birth Queen, but are only rejuvenates
the riches within. Little black girlÂ
as you reflect upon sisters blood andÂ
brothers sin, you realizeÂ
the woman within.
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-Sincerely a little black girl.