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Black Girl

As a black child
she grew up with many black women
An atmosphere of mostly females and children
A plether of differences yet many the same someone points the finger but no one takes the blame

Attenion seaking variances
of competition with the appearance of being soft
For the man and his foundation what the prize that they saught
Changing the tone of ebbs that flow like an omen while wrapping herself around his torso with emotion

Still times were hard
To be a black woman raising
A black girl while a black woman is dating
But the little black girl noticed the drama placating, Black woman didnt see the lessons she was stating

Not with words pursey
But with action, not for the black girl because he was the main attraction.
Held at a distance so touch and so taught
Not telling her what to do but telling her what not

Showering love on the man giving him the clam and the pearl but not the black girl
Teaching him of love like a furno
But not the black girl, Not the black girl

Other black women to seek when time were at hand
A small opportunity to speak to another in the clan
To timid to ask to afraid to bare this misunderstanding
The how’s and why’s her worked was demanding

Short lived and redirected to whence she knows
Silent and stiffed to empty cold windows
Innocently dreaming of having a man
Showing what she learned, her steps and her plans

Though the black woman showed the black girl some love
Still craving attention it wasnt enough
So when that man turned his attention to her
She assumed sondly it was supposed to occur

Confused and unimpressed by the touch that he gave
A questioning vessel of emotion mixed and depraved
She turned to the black woman and this is what she had to say

Black girl it’s your fault for being so close
when you act like that his attention arose
Black girl you need to stop being like that
He’s a man and that’s a fact

Black girl you play to much go to your room
and if I never hear it again it will be too soon
Black girl you play to much go to your room
and if I never hear it again it will be to soon

The trust was broken what more could she do,
If the Black woman deni’s you
No tears of misfortune not love was shared
black girl was sulken that no one cared

She grew crooked in the midst of the horrid mess
tried to make light of her thighs and her chest
Tortured and hatred was the new seed
Turned a budding flower into a weed

Now seeking attention form any man
to show him the love the best that she can
the lesson was taught and times were tough
Close to her body but her heart they couldn’t touch

black teen couldn’t imagine the road that she choose
would lead her caged behind enmpty cold windows
Hiding behind a front of power no one cared she was a trampled flower
No one would listen if the black woman didnt no one would believe the touch was unpermited.

Shuffling through life with a heart full of mold
Legs wide open mouth sealed closed
Self destructive and little of worth
an internal pain from the child this woman birthed

Disguising herself behind inner hatred and outter smiles
Felling that hope was an unreachable trial
Yet the men were abundant and used her well
She kept her secret so one on could tell

Attention seeking variances of hardness with the appearance of being soft
For the man was the prize that every one saught
Changing the tone of ebb’s that flow like an omen
Wrapping herself around his torso with emotion

Black teen didnt learn or understand
How to love herself with our a man
Black teen couldnt see her self with out lovers
Black teen couldnt see herself with our bedroom covers

Healing only came after that black girl gave birth of her own
Raising and hiding the temptation of what she had learned
Attempting not to distribute the pain
Someone point the finger but no one takes the blame

Yes Its time to change the theme of this book
To give this black girl another look
Stong an empression by the love she would share
to show her black girl she really cared

She, A belssing, a gift, a vission of hope.
A breath of fresh are a person of worth
Black woman will never repeat the lesson she learned so deep
To keep the onus on her self to be
The best black woman she could be

She promised to never make her balck girl feel
the feelings her mother made so real
still when she thought back to the song in her head
She know words her black girl would never hear said

Black girl it’s your fault for being so close when you act like that his attenion arrose
Black girl you need to stop being like that He’s a man and that’s a fact
Black girl you play to much go to your room and if I never hear it again it will be too soon
Black girl you play to much go to your room and if I never hear it again it will be too soon

Now as a black woman my little balck girl needs a better chance
to learn to love herself befor a man
I will teach my little black girl that I gave birth
By showing her a black woman who know’s her worth

Because this little black girl is so special so free
I will prover to her she is worthy
Her life is a blessing, a gift, so dear
This black woman knows words she will never hear.

Shatriya Smith 2017, age 42

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