Our Great Great Grandparents wanted to escape So they chased freedom. Our Great Grandparents wanted their rights So they chased equality. Our Parents wanted heaven So they chased the high. We want it all… So why does it feel like we are standing still?
They say I’m pretty, But what’s so pretty about me? Fair skin, slim waist, and feminine fats perfectly placed Is all people ever see. Youngest of three, Finest of three On my fathers pedestal I will always be. I wake up. Dress in unhappiness. Wear it like a cape. Sign of superhero status Black … Continue reading Plight of the Pretty Girl