What if a black girl knew? That she would be desired by others only if
she desired herself That beauty is not a shade but a mindset
And the best indicator of it is self confidence
As I talk some sense insert here confidence… What if a black girl knew?
That her lips where plump and beautiful She does not need to hold them in
Make them thin Does not need
to rely on Kylie Jenner to make her lips an attainable thing What if a black girl knew?
That there is no such thing as a perfect nose Because a nose isn’t meant to be perfect it’s
meant to help you breathe and if u can breathe black girl
You’ve succeeded What if a black girl knew?
That to be ratchet is a culture Defined by the black Goddess’s who’s weave
could be any colour And who’s speech could be any kind of cross
from slang to misplaced grammar Such creativity so what does it matter?
Miley Cyrus does not need to twerk to generate praise for our culture
But… What if a black girl knew?
Not to be bitter That her father, like her sons
where raised by black hands And you see in your father what you eventually
see in your man For the moulding of your father came from
similar hands So if bitter is the sculptor then how sweet
can be the man? If bitter is the black girl then how sweet
can be our clan? What if a black girl knew?
That her rubies where hidden in the sand… What if a black girl knew?
That her hair too was like finely refined wool
And not a fibre of her hair was the opposite of cool but it reflects
on our outside the struggle on the inside Where natural meets the straighteners that
we take to our hatred Hatred for ourselves
that we project upon each other But, what if a black girl knew?
That history recorded her as the most sought after
That her bossoms where like rain drops that wouldn’t dry after
That her body was a magnet to worldwide wonder and the jealousy was so great!
It polluted the perception of a black girl until a thousand years later What if a black girl knew?
She was that same creature That drove slave masters from wicked hate
Right down to love by the curves in her figure eight!
by that figure eight! Billion dollar figures in the bank account of that coke bottle corporation
launched by the shape of that same figure, eight
Figure out black girl, figure out The figures match the years of social degrading
Delivered to the black girls demise check your figures
media ratings One thousand caucasians on the red carpet
only two black girls make the cut And they wonder why we can’t grow
Let me guess because there are more dark girls than Lupita Nyongo But, what if a black girl knew?
That life is what you make it Opportunities are what you take from it
And there will be no female black president if no black girl wants to become it What if a black girl knew?
Not to be victim Not to be Pacquio but to be Floyd
Because this may weather leaves sun rays on our lawn What if a black girl stopped waiting for the
defeat to spring from our floors What if a black girl knew?
That she should no longer take the abusive relationship Between her
and the media but decided to make wedding bands Between
her and her mirror What if a black girl knew?
Change is possible Greatness is personal
And though it is black girls at the bottom of the social totem poll
Pressure makes diamonds So it’s time black girls to make your diamonds
glow What if a black girl knew?
What if a black girl knew? What if a black girl knew?
What if a black girl knew? Knew ?
Knew ? Knew?