Roads that eventually intersect after miles of traveling
Little black girls
From different worlds but somehow became a part of the others'
Always laughing at the world for not know how deep the river flows and where the roads connect
Praising the others melanin and defiant hair as more than just dead skin cells
You cheered for me harder than I did myself
I cried when I heard the news that my friend wasn't mine anymore and that those little black girls were growing up and apart. Laughs echoed in my mind and pushed tears out.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
Roads that eventually intersect after miles of traveling
Little black girls
From different worlds but somehow became a part of the others'
Always laughing at the world for not know how deep the river flows and where the roads connect
Praising the others melanin and defiant hair as more than just dead skin cells
You cheered for me harder than I did myself
I cried when I heard the news that my friend wasn't mine anymore and that those little black girls were growing up and apart. Laughs echoed in my mind and pushed tears out.
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