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 world
It doesn't matter what she does
she's still a Black Girl.
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2007
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