149th Poem: Grow Up, Black Girl (Pt. 1)

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Grow up Black girl, grow up, grow up

things happened and your mom's not around, grow up, grow up

you live with your single dad so you have to grow up, grow up

you can't do your hair so you show up to school looking a mess, but you don't care

but then you do.


you do care.


you start to hate your hair.


your auntie and her daughter do it when they can, but ppl are busy, they're a little far,

why do you even have this hair at all?

is it a gift? is it a curse? why doesn't it flow like a splendid verse?


Visuals via my Commaful account in the external link: https://commaful.com/play/thougtfuldragon/grow------------------------------------------bl/

Part one of a long, unedited poem series; probably around seven parts written 10:58pm-12:09am June/9-10/2020.

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