for no black girl/
will ever hate
the colour of her skin
for to be a black girl
is not a movement
it is not a cry for attention
it is not even a song
it is not a discrimination against fairness
no! it is not
it is a birth right
sacred
holy
it chooses you
it is air
unpolluted
you must take in to breathe
it is a tattoo
it must forever
be on your black skin
to remind you
that you-r- beauty- is-full
it needs not to be changed
to be tempered
with creams and drugs
or lessen and diluted
by the mixture of a society
with additional ingredient of
“you are too-black”
how black is my too black????????
it should not be touched
it should not be filtered
with insecurities and doubt
when i was a little girl
there were places i didn’t go
because i was too-black
nobody said i wasn’t invited
i just wasn’t proud to go
even if it came with a simple invitation
there were boys i was afraid to crush on
men i swore i will never steal their eyes
until one day a boy in my neighborhood called
me black coffee and i asked him why
”because that’s the color of your skin
and baby don’t you worry about adding sugar
because many people would love their coffee strong and black
and by the way, i figured you had both”