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I'm So Black
I’m So Black,
How black am I?
That my own presence causes a disturbance.
I’m so black that insteading of calling me black,
They call me urban.
I’m so black that even on the brightest day with
The sun at its highest point, I shine.
I’m so black, that my beauty is almost divine,
The colors of my skin vary like wine.
My locs not dreads grows like a vine that
Tickles down my spine.
I’m so black to point where people,
Wanna take me out cuz I am
Living proof of resilience,
They jealous because they aren’t
Recipients of blackness I got.
I am so black, and I am so
Proud of being so black
Copyright ©
Cynijha White
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