Black & White
a poem
you like the way our lips smack while we chew on bubble gum, the black girls with the sweet tooth knows what I’m talkin bout
the black girl body language that black girls do
you like the way our hips move, with the down-do’s, and our mani’s too
you like the way our nails drip, can’t help but stare while we walking thru
keep it pretty and bougie, like I own this gotdam city
we got the kind of drip that drops in slow motion for ya
go ahead, take a picture, keep that in your mental
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come back another week with the same hairstyle we taught you
I mean
that you took from us, stole from us — like history repeats itself in varies ways, I’d break it down for em but it’ll take for days
black girl magic, always gotta represent it
mommas taught us how to protect our Ori’s, so don’t get too close
don’t touch my hair, our life’s theme song shoutout Solange
like, every time we walk into places, they wanna touch us
they can’t believe it’s not weave, damn how could this happen? a pretty black girl with those curls, her hair’s poppin
to all the Kylie Jenners in the world, I hope y’all read this; give sis her coins for every time she inspires you
