The Knowledge of a Black Person

The serenites
The intites
The possibilities .
Could it be ?
All of a knowledge of a black person ?
The uncontrollable sexual hormones
The fear of manipulation
The anticipation
Why are we waitin'
Why are we not concentratin'
Why are we making sins for saint?
Then I think to myself, could it be ?
All of a knowledge of a black person?
Why is it hard to balance with blacks ?
Why is it hard to come together and make a whole instead of a half ?
Why is it hard ?
Why is it hard ?
We scream at the top of our lungs saying "black lives matter"
I believe all lives matter
We all bleed the same color
We just need to learn to come together
But maybe .. This is just the knowledge of a black girl....

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