And so, The Black Girl Sings in a Whisper
I might be too loud for this one,
Maybe a little off-key.
My life has been an echo-chamber of complaints,
Of things I will never be allowed to do.
One day I’ll skip down the street
Running straight through traffic,
Afro and all.
I’ll look at everyone who uttered an order,
And I’ll break every rule.
I’ll love myself more than anyone else did