Monday, April 20, 2009
Little Black Girl
Guess what I found, guess what I see not many others care about a little black girl like me. So I can't sing so I guess I'll scream; here, here for your attention please. I need help I long to be seen. I own power it burns within me. I am fire, glow that's weak. I am wet from dawns and dreams. I have nightmares for all I see. I have visions when I do not sleep. I see destruction and harm close at feet. But who will listen to a little black girls' plea.
I sway pay attention, your focus I need. I swoon under weight not I alone can heave. The weight of such bull shit, the scent of deceit. Idle a lesson to a lost descendant of queens.