To be a black girl is to be ancient.

As we wait for our rights we’re losin’ our patience.

Written on our foreheads are the names of the others,

a womb that can only carry lynched sons and kidnapped mothers.

Black girls have feet made of fossils.

Stuck in a past of segregation since the time of apostles,

where she is judged for her curls and her beautiful napps,

for being an underground railroad typa black.

But that is the best typa of black in fact,

the one in the front of the bus instead of the back...

Rosa Parks. For my rights she had fought,

so that I would no longer fear being bought.

And that is why I am loud and proud of my skin;

because to them being black is a sin

Statistics show by the time I am 18 I’ll have one kid living in section 8;

But now I am 15 refusing to accept that fate

Stereotypes become too hype

Claiming its wrong to be dark and right to be light

So use your melanin as a shield of courage

To tell those police that my life is worth it

Tell the world that it is not because of your lips

Not your short skirt nor your hips

that the words from your tongue are not tainted

Because “No” still means “No” regardless of how your painted

Girlllll you got that black girl bravery

The same type that brought us out of slavery

That has eliminated the need for races to divide

Dark eyes, thick thighs, there’s no need to apologize

A Black Girl’s stretch marks are really her tiger stripes

Dripping with honey, chocolate, and all things nice

She is a nubian queen----- crowned by her afro

Curls as tight as the noose that won't let her baby go