It takes a lot of confidence to be a dark skinned woman these days.
This poem...
is for you (and me!)
To my blk Daughter
part I
I will tell my daughter
that her coiled mane
is not a sauntered lisp
clicking behind teeth
too vulgar
for hide
That her skin
regardless of shade
is a christening
and everything else
that makes her blk
is sacred
a history
they won’t teach her
to hug herself closely
Because the blk boys
will throw rocks
and there will be
no savior
to remind them
of their sins
or who was at their
side when the
world came for them
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