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When my mom combs my hair, I can feel generations of black women whispering to me through my coils. Every time the comb gets stuck, they say, come on now, baby, pull through and every time my mom creates a part, they begin to hum a song. In my youth, when I was extremely tender headed, I cried often, and they would whisper, be strong, child. Now, I still sit on the ground, between my mother’s knees, and my hair tells me secrets. It sighs softly and says, well aren’t you beautiful. It curls in close and confides, I can do so much more than you even know.
4C Secrets
Who ever said darkness was a bad thing
when it helps me sleep at night
and cools the earth and takes the light
signaling that the world goes round alright
It must of been people who let the dark boss them around
and turn their world upside down
It must have been people who can’t see
through the darkness that strengthens you and me.
To all the people who want to banish it
and wish to see the darkness go-
what will you do when the sun starts to glow
but your happiness will begins to slow
What will you do when you realize that darkness
still exists in the shadows, of the sun you’ve come to know?
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Darkness
if it looks like i’ve been crying all day,
it’s because i have.
tears and tears to wash away
all the pain i’ve ever had.
tears and tears for all the brown girls
who’ve ever been treated bad.
tears and tears that swirl and twirl
even when i’m glad
Because, my god
there’s nothing that’s more sad
than treasures and treasures of brown girls
whose life has drove them mad
Treasure
Why is it that when you find one bug on you
and quickly brush it off
you come to find a million little phantom bugs
crawling up your arms
and down your legs?
Why is it that when one person makes you feel small
you begin to believe them all?
At my feet there are a million little ants
and in my dreams they slowly crawl up my arms
and down my legs
and when I wake up
ants are still hanging from my eyelashes