“Growing out of Innocence and into Blackness”

I remember what it was like to have good hair

to be soft

to be loved

i remember what it was like to be ‘caramel’

to be soft

to be loved

I remember what it was like to be trusted

to be soft

to be loved

I remember what it was like to be a beautiful child

to be soft

to be loved.

I see what it means to be black

to be coarse

to be rejected.

I see what it means to be none of the things they say you are

to be coarse

to be rejected

I see what it means to be feared

to be coarse

to be rejected

I see what it means to be hated

to be coarse

to be rejected

I hope in the way my curls rise in the morning with the sun.

to be spring

to be renewed

I hope in the way I walk with my hips swaying and my chin held high

to be spring

to be renewed

I hope in the way I smile at every passersby though it could be my demise.

to be spring

to be renewed

I hope for all of you

to be spring

to be renewed.

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