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Who taught you to put a muzzle on your soul
-stay loud black girl
If it's ok with you, I'd like to plant forever in your hands I'd like to discover eternity in your arms make a home of your heart​
-if it's ok with you, I've already fallen in love
Who cries for black girls?
-when be strong is the only psalm she learned pray
Who Cries for Black Girls​
who cries for black girls/who cries for black girls, when silence has shutup her tear ducts when be strong is the only psalm she learned to pray searching for her voice in the lost and found/
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who cries for black girls/ pushed into silence holdin' our tongues waiting our turn/ who cries for black girls 'shamed of her reflection bleached her mirror bone marrow white/ who cries for black girls
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her tongue ripped out of her mouth her dialect shoved down the throat of some blue-eyed doll told her she looked betta with her tongue, wit my hips, wit her auntie's wit, and her mama's style/ who cries for black girls
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for black girls vanished in the wind discarded in trash bins not yesterday nor tomorrow's news/ who cries for black girls when the butterflies that once lined her stomach are stolen leavin' behind the maggots of uncles, cousins, men, lovers to rot way her insides/ who cries for black girls
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who do not know how to cry for themselves training their tears their lungs to breath for themselves they have been gaspin' gaspin' gaspin' for everyone else/ who do not know how to cry out for help what's help to a black girl what's rescue/ who cries for black girls
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how many rivers have been formed at the banks of our eyes/ how many rivers have flowed in our namesake/ how many seas have you populated wit tears for me/ how many alerts, how many cries, how many fucks, how many campaigns how many wars have been fought in our honor/ who cries for black girls
I've swallowed many secrets my stomach swole malnourished with shame waitin' for the nourishment of truth/ to regurgitate this shame back into the mouths of those that bird fed it to me
-this shame ain't yours to keep
To fling my arms wide/ under aquamarine skies/ to chase fireflies whirl dance laugh scream/ till afternoon gently kisses me goodbye/ then rest at cool evening/ my mama’s arms wrap me up like an old willow tree/ while night comes on gently dark and starry-eyed like me- That is my dream
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-Dream variations of a Black Girl
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