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Black Girl.

Black Girl
Who is you
to think you are pretty, so pretty
Nappy headed, no miscegenation that I can see
Black Girl
Who is you
to think you are Divinely made
blacken skin, cursed by the sun
Black Girl
Who is you
baby mama is all you'll ever be
no man to protect and serve and love you
Black Girl
Who is you
to think that the Creator
would pick a mule to birth his Creation
Black Girl
Who is you
Who is you
Who is you







Eve.
Isis.
Sekhmet.
Zipporah.
Sojourner Truth.
Audre Lorde.
Althea Gibson.
Angela Davis.

Me.



July 6, 2008
inspired by the Owens women: Marguerite (grandmother), Mary Agnes, Addie, Marguerite, Janet, Georgia, Charlotte and Martha.
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