Our bodies are consumed in light
My thoughts however are darkness
We are feared for our blackness
The very thing they wish to take away
Is why we pray our men come home safe
The irony so many strive for looks like ours
From lip fillers to box braids
I see culture appropriation
But will they be there when our men dont come home safe
See while our thought may have darkness
God has already covered us in light
So no we don’t fear our blackness
Do you?
About the Creator
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