POSTED BY admin | Jun, 06, 2016 |

A poem published by Janay Johnson

Little black girl, little black girl.
Stop crying, little black girl.
Your hair is pristine, little black girl.
Dark skin befitting of only the highest African Queen.
You are royalty, little black girl.
Stop crying, little black girl,
“Haha, you can’t see her in the dark, that little black girl.”
Her skin has the magic to disappear in darkness,
Yet absorb the sun’s rays like food, that little black girl.
You are Magical, Little Black Girl.
Stop crying, little black girl.
We have allowed society to manipulate and play
With our minds,
Misleading us into believing
That lighter skin is more pleasing to the common eye.
But think about Why? Little black girl.
What society does not understand, society reprimands.
But you are filled with greatness, little black girl.
You are filled with intelligence;
You are filled with beauty;
You are filled with history.
You are filled with a light that pulses under the skin
That society has deemed repulsing.
Little Black Girl.
“Woah, I am awesome,” says that little black girl.
“Of course you are.”
So stop crying, little black girl.

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