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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
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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