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Black Girl

Who does she think she is? She does not belong here. This is not the Ghetto.. She does not belong here. Is she like, lost or something? Can she not find her way home? Who told her that this campus was here for her to roam? Walking to the front of the class like she'll last more than a year prepared to learn and eager she is but the girl doesn't belong here. She should've went down south to an all black institution That way she won't stand out and make no contribution Taking up all this space for no important reason give it next semester and, she be gone like the season It's been a couple of years and that Black girl is still here Still making her way towards the front knowing good and well that she does not belong here How does she even pay tuition? Does even know who her father is? Does she know that her tactics aren't working and her time here is useless? She is not going to graduate I'm surprised she made it through high school Might as well go on back to the hood, get pregnant, and marry a fool. Here she is again, wearing the same cap and gown as I Walking up front to the pulpit How did she make it and why? What is this girl talking about? Valadictorian...whatever It doesn't matter what she is I'll always be better. Steady trying to prove a point all up in my my world It doesn't matter what she does she's still a Black Girl.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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