Dear Black Girl
I am Sorry
That from girlhood you are not
taught to see
The Beauty in Ebony
Or to realize that the stars are
only seen
With the inkiest skies
And by Year One
You are tucked into a Guerilla
Warfare.
How to avoid jests
From the best of fair critics
Calling the bluff at your skin tone.
How your Lips are some what large
And how your career is in shaking your *** on TV 5 years to come.
How you have to be compared with the lighter skinned girls
Or how you stared many times at the bleaching cream
BUT "YOU ARE PRETTY FOR A BLACK GIRL"
Don't let them define you by the melanin
The one in your Skin
Cos you don't have to be a ******
To make Heaven.
So by your teenage years
You feel you are the PLAN B
of the Black Kings
They only plan to *** you
And leave you
YOU ARE BLACK
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
So smile
Hold your head up high
Like they say
Black Don't Crack.