My black is thick
It is wide
Hips and coarse hair
My black remembers
Roots
Remember Roots
Remember running home
To see what Kunta would do next
My black is now
It is afraid
My black praises God
For every single day
My black takes time
To know that my black is
Black
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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