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Growing up as a black woman to this hateful world I Endure the teachings while confronting my Demons with nappy hair and tight curls; 

I rock my little afro for the world, dancing with the hand-me-down clothes from my sister's before eating cold watermelon during the summer seasons, gathering in the streets and allowing the shimmering water from the fire hydrant refreshes my body, heart, and soul without messing with a sole;

Standing up for my rights because of my color yes my skin isn't light as a Milano man but Brown as the dirt that squishes between my hands, I do wear my skin proud, but there is a misguided representation of my skin because of the people lighter than me saying I don't fit in;
 
not because of my mind but the clothes, my hair,  and that sun kissed skin that glistens and listens to the wind;
I shall not give in to these generational cursed men for I am a black educated Ghetto Queen that challenges every curve to be heard;

I fight for the rights of my ancestors who were door matted and traded for the possessions of their talents, I fight for the freedom within me for that right was stricken from the hands that were bleeding to keep feeding the one's being mistreated, I stand to reconcile and bring unity, love, and peace to this poisonous genocide;

Now it's time to recreate and break a generational curse and pursue the pursuit of happiness we bring today on Earth.

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