Brown skin, big braids, wide hips, edges for days, all smiles, immaculate style, criss cross, jumping jacks, don't worry about that boy, he's coming back.
Perms and relaxers, that baby wants her hair natural. Bobo's and grease. Hot combs and gapped teeth.
Praise and prayer, Mac n cheese and greens. Hot dogs on the grill, freeze cups bring a thrill.
Get that bike out the street, why y'all didn't invite me? Cousin meech is coming home, the jail held him for too long.
Fresh line up, stacked cash. Inked tats and fat a**.
Grown folks juice and bumping tunes. Grandma said it's some crazy stuff on the news.
Love and hate, anybody can come grab a hot plate. Drama and mess, girl stop being fake.
Higher education, generational wealth. Cultural elevation, it's about time for a vacation. State to state, we don't want no pink steak.
You know how to season your food? It's not the season for tank tops, you better go get them boots. Let me read the note the teacher stapled onto your shirt.
Things may not always be equal, but you remember to love your people.
- Donna
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PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
