Black Girl
Such a sliver
Show them how you rock
So many numbers
Peel off shoes and socks
They dont care about diction
They dont care about smarts
They only care about hue
They forget about heart
So here is what you do
When they call you Nigga
They have bowed to you
For ignorance is Showcase
Light shines abundant through
The cracks
Be careful
Who eats time
Be careful who gets snacks
For one day all your wisdom
Will convert
A supernatural thing
We are not dirt
We are queens in Existence
Beauty from Earth
Know whose on your shadow
please queens know your worth
For thieves of time are on the rise
Princess it is no surprise
For in a jungle
all predators have their tricks
Dust yourself Off
And keep your mind slick
About the Creator
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