Black Girl
You are a sponge
That soaks up attention in all spaces,
Leaving people in a whirl
With hair that defies gravity
And skin that sings songs
Of painful longevity.
Black Girl
You change faces
Like the moon embodied in your hips
And lips that are pumped up
Naturally with anger and bliss,
Paired with a deep voice
that simulates waves;
Leading all races to a cave
of mystery.
Black Girl
You are concoction of spices
And sweetness
That is always cooked to perfection.
A special recipe
Passed down through generations
Of history and discourse,
Leaving a trail of sauce
Labelled “black power”,
A fist raised so high that
God could fist bump you back
In solidarity.
Black Girl,
You are literally
The tree of life,
The first man and woman
In Genesis.
So, don’t you ever
Let sinful words slither and deceive you.
For whom is entitled to spit
On scripture?
Holy words casted in a spell
Called “Black Girl Magic”,
Something all folk pay and
beg for
To their fairy godmothers.
But never receive organically.
Black Girl
You are the walking earth,
With hair as round as
Its circumference
And skin that encapsulates the universe
No wonder you glisten so brightly,
For Diamonds are only made under pressure
And you were crushed by the oppressor.
But when you braid your hair,
It carves you a path back to our
Roots, sunk so deep in Mother Africa.
Black Girl,
We may never meet, but I hope
You know you have a family;
By blood and through melanin,
A collection of Black souls
Present and gone, knighting
You in gold but proud
Nonetheless.
No matter what society reflects,
Look in the mirror and digest.
Does your vision of yourself
Reject the power of colonialists
And supremacists?
Cause, Black Girl, you are a
Queen,
And made so stunningly.
Black Girl past,
Black Girl present,
And Black Girl forever
You are a sacred shadow,
One that exists through light
And flows through darkness.