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Little black girl don’t cry,
They just don’t understand your grace.
Too scared to try and give you an embrace,
Because the media have taught you to hate your face.

Curly hair and plump lips,
They wish they looked like you so don’t feel dismissed.
I know It’s hard sometimes to wake up with a smile,
But baby girl you’re something worthwhile.

Little black girl don’t cry,
If they appropriate and take your style.
Doesn’t mean you still cant shine with that beautiful skin,
So reflective that the sun can’t help but compliment your melanin.

They say you’ve got that black girl magic,
But drag you down when you try and project what you want to say.
Have you noticed that you get more attention when you wear that swimsuit,But not in that cultural garment because it is too empowering and not subtle like a flute.

Little black girl don’t cry,
When they point at you and laugh.
Dignity is what we were born with
and unfortunately it can never be taught.
We are strong, powerful and so full of prosperity,
that we will always have the last laugh.

From one stereotype to another,
Life can be nothing but trouble.
But from one black girl to another,
Keep slaying like no other.

Stay bright like the star you are,
They only see darkness in our appearance because they cannot fathom the indescribable.
Your skin tone is the beauty they refuse to see,
But don’t you dare let it be the reason you cry yourself to sleep

Because little black girl you are a beautiful sight to see!
https://leynnasimplywrites.wordpress.com/2017/10/03/little-black-girl-dont-cry/
 May 2017 Alyssa Lynn
Eriko
heat
 May 2017 Alyssa Lynn
Eriko
the heat pressed*
like a weighted blanket
as the bones caressed
*shivering souls
 May 2017 Alyssa Lynn
Joaniep
A little girl went missing
One dark but starry night,
We do not know what happened
Although, some think they might.
So many thoughts and theories
About what might have been
There is much fact and fiction,
The like you’ve never seen
It’s certainly a mystery
What happened to this child,
But one thing is for certain
The case must not be filed
It’s not about the parents
It’s not about the Police
It’s not about the rights or wrongs,
and where they had their teas.
It’s about a little person
A Grandchild, sister, niece,
And someone knows just where she is
You need to tell us , please.
Somebody knows the answers
They know its only right.!!
What happened to that little girl,
That dark and starry night ??
10 years since this little girl vanished in Portugal, Our press are concentrating on how the parents feel which is fair enough, but I just wanted to draw attention back to the true victim. My apologies if my words offend, it is only my opinion,
 May 2017 Alyssa Lynn
Aubrie M
Please - forgive my staring. I'm simply mesmerized;

The bristliness of your face (buried in my neck);

The crooked tilt of your lips (pressed against my breast);

And oh! How freckled your limbs are (intertwined with mine).
:P
there is a single scratch
on the waxy hardwood floor
from where she broke
one night in august.

a single, jagged line
where her feet tripped on the broken frames
that held fleeting moments
where her chin hit the ground
because her knees already had
where her hands couldn’t let go of her own lungs
to catch herself in time

its submerged now
in a puddle of crimson tears
and surrounded by
shreds of her white cotton sweater
with the ink stain on the cusp

you see
she was trying to fly
but her shoe laces had grown to vines
that crawled up the sides of houses
and into the drainpipes beneath the city

she wanted to dance on cloudy pillow tops
sing the lullabies her mother whispered into her dreams
pull sunbeams through her fingers and tie them into her braids

she hadn’t learned
skies rest on the ground
clouds need valleys to cry on
the earth must turn for the sun to rise
to fly you must have the floor to leave.
 Apr 2017 Alyssa Lynn
Phoenix32
The curiosity of how his lush lips taste, utterly forbidden.

So many impure thoughts must remain hidden.

His strong hands grasping all my curves tenaciously

His finger tips exploring every inch of skin so graciously.

Get on my knees and put my warm mouth around him.

So thirsty I drink him in till he moans in satisfaction.

Standing in front of him as he takes off all my clothes.

Desire of his ******* deep inside my rose.

Pin me down with my hands above my head.

I would obey him no words needed to be said.

His salacious expressions have me cascading with pleasure.

His alluring temptations have me concupiscent beyond measure.
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