Thoughts of a Black Girl


I, a young black girl, shouldn't have to fight.
Fight for my right to life.
I shouldn't have to watch where I sit on the bus
Worried about anyone making a fuss
I, a young black girl, shouldn't have to fight.
Fight for my right to life.
I shouldn't have to watch where I sit on the bus
Worried about anyone making a fuss,
I shouldn't have to watch the tone in my voice
as a White boy makes the choice to throw racial slurs
at my face scarring my eyes with their hate
I shouldn't
I shouldn't have to walk across town just to sit down
in a country that is supposedly free
but still manages somehow to oppress me
I should be able to sit in any bar on any stool
in any desk in any school. And just because this
poem rhymes doesn't mean I don't understand
how those times have changed my life
Doesn't mean I don't how the people that took a
stand during the civil rights movement stood for me
so that I could stand here and give this speech.
So listen, listen to me for
I am the product of what they believe.
I a young black girl shouldn't have to fight,
Fight for my right to life, but I should be able to write and
be listened to as I speak,
So listen, listen to me

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