Black Girls Don'T Tell
Black Girls Don't Tell.
And, we spend our lives,
in a protective shell...
a protective hell.
Because, Because, Because,...
Black girls don't tell.
Not on the daddies, the uncles, the cousins
the brothers,....THEIR FRIENDS!
Black girls don't tell...
When that hand extends,
when that touch offends,
when every action transcends...
And, that sin...
Well, that sin, becomes OUR sin!
That extra, friendly, neighbor man,
who sits at the park.
That touchy, feely, cousin,
who visits, after dark.
That preacher, who pulls you
into his office...
Because GOD told him that y'all should pray.
And pray, And pray, And pray.
But, he's tight with GOD, right?
So, what can you say?
NOTHING!!!
That's what he said, GOD said...
or, you'd burn in hell!
So, telling is OUT OF THE QUESTION!
No....,
Black Girls Don't Tell.
Copyright © Danita Michelle Allen | Year Posted 2014
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