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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Does he like black girls Or does he like the idea of the swirl Does he like black girls Or does he only like type two and three curls Does he like black girls Or does he want bragging rights Does he like black girls Or does he just want a turn Does he like black girls Or does he want a taste of the 'experience' they claim we have Does he like black girls Or do they just think we are 'fast' Does he like black girls Or does he feel entitled to my bed Does he like black girls Or is this just a bet Does he like black girls Or are we not his 'preference' Does he like black girls Or do they think we are easy to get because they believe our options are limited Does he like black girls Or is my skin a turn off Does he like black girls Or are we too different, maybe to exotic Does he like black girls Or is this to them a trend Does he like black girls Oh how I wish these thoughts would end I hate how I want him to like Black girls Does that make me desperate Does he like black girls Or am i just not the beauty standard Does he like black girls Or is this some sick and twisted fetish A dream they have fantasised All their life I hate how I want the world to except me as I am I hate how the world has forced my hand I hate how the world made me expect nothing left I hate how the world made me unsure of my blackness I hate how I have to question my worth How every time I think of love I ask Is It something I have earned I hate how I question if its something I deserve And finally I hate when I wonder When will it be my turn
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