Excerpt 2.0: The Ballad Of A Real Black Girl
From a forthcoming masterpiece entitled, The Ballad Of A Real Black Girl
You’re about to enter the soul of a real black girl – be easy.
Intentionally-driven
I stand in my lane solo
no apologies are offered for the truth
that resonates so loudly
that the silence
breaks the sound barrier
and crushes the heart…
I am a symbol of practice
showering prisms of bright
where it is needed
as food for the un-enlightened
One mission
to translate the code and begin
to reveal
that – it – is – real.
Near the newness
I feel indifference
it’s the familiar depths
that I’m seekin’…
Folk be projectin’,
translatin’ languages
that can no longer
be spoken…
No trouble for me
I take it light as a toke
of the sweetest deepest smoke
Hidden in plain sight
and in possession of a
deep-rooted and ancient
sense of being
Of the many minions
a giant of men
I am seeking
A strength that deeply arouses
can also contribute to the pauses
and my visions clear
I overstand the fear
So cop a few more lines
of what I need you to hear
Don’t fight…breathe it in…
Feel it like skin against skin
on stolen weekends
Peel back the layers
and receive the softness
of my intentions…
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