A black girls stance on self love

A black girls stance on self love Is one not often understood One that take years of healing One that understands the process of feeling Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum The relationship between a black girl and herself Is one not even she can understand Especially when it involves abuse of ones self Especially when the world's toxicity overpowers How can we love what we are taught to hate How can we be ourselves when we are taught silence How can we forgive ourselves for how we chose to survive But was it really a choice when are hands are tied Because who are we if we are not palatable Trained as soldiers to be seen not heard To comply and not deter What is to become of a black girl who doesn't know how to love Does she float through life like a ghost Or does she defy a system built to break her worth Or an empty vessel who follows So what becomes of a black girl who doesn't know how to love I dont know But one things for sure Is she loathes herself But what if she looks in the mirror and sees a human Despite a world telling her to be a robot Rebooting her systems To serve them But what if she lives her life What if she dares to smile What if the rain comes She doesn't run What if she chooses to be present What if she treasures the little moments Maybe her stance on life will be different What if a black girls self love Is something as simple as being joyous