Brown Skinned Girl, head full of curls, mind in the clouds. Come here. Sit down. Let's talk for a while.
They told you that you weren't pretty. With your kinky hair, told you that your skin resembled dirt. Much to your dismay those words sometimes hurt.
Still you kept your head held high, chanting the words to your favorite Maya Angelou poem, loud and proud! You chose not to let this get you down. Waving and smiling as hateful words called from the background.
Brown Skinned Girl.
You chose only to see good things, they said no one would love you. Don't hold your breathe for a ring. You prayed and hoped, that your pain would not always last. You knew in due time, that everything would be JUST fine. Told if you wanted to succeed. you'd have to work harder.
Be Brave. Be smarter.
Brown Skinned Girl
Sleep seemed so easy, sometimes it was the best solution. The perfect way to escape the world's negative pollution. But sleep would get you nowhere. You needed to be woke, so that your voice could be heard. Stay true to who you are. Life's not going to be easy, but you are guaranteed to go far.
Brown Skinned Girl.
Never forget you are a beautiful Melanin Queen. And even though things may seem horrible in the moment.....
Always remember who you are. God makes no mistakes. Just like every other girl in the world. You too are destined to be great!
