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Herstories: 2 Strikes
They said I had 2 strikes against me
My glowing femininity and solid skin
So I asked
Where should my being begin
If I began at the end
Poisoned innocence
In a sense my fire rained dim
From my very first breath
With these 2 strikes against me
My pride and ambition
Now my hair would only feed
Into the fear superstition
Invoke hate and confusion
In hearts programmed by BET illusions
Mind conditioning
Mass disillusions
With these 2 strikes against me
The love for my natural being
And pride in becoming a Pan African Queen
Not buying into the need
For perming bone-straight blonde lies
Into my spirals
I let the sun kiss my skin
Get lost in my kinks and melanin
With these 2 strikes against me
I asked the ancestors what of my third
In response they sent birds of wisdom
To fly with my words
Original creation submerged in my thoughts
My Black Queens
Beauty first came forth through our wombs
And it continues
It only continues to naturally bloom
Queen
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