My TV might be on iCarly
And I still wrap my hair like a black girl
Cross pendant on a thin chain laid over my Bible
Ipod might be playin some country
City slick skin kissed by the sun
And my eyes are looking to the hills from which my help comes from
This society may say I'm not the average african american girl, a negro I would have been called long ago or even worse
And considering the fact I was born and raised in the city, and I'm black and I'm female, I should like the following: rap
rnb
jordans
nikes
skinny jeans
weave
and club hoppin
And I should like the brotha who
slightly sags in his skinny jeans or sweats
w/ his ipod blarin in his car speakers
goin down the street to his barber
then to the mall,
gettin ready for the nights activities
AND if that's not enough, I'm suppose to see that there's too much wrong in the world for there ever to be a righteous and loving God that would ever care enough about me and my little issues, BUT....it once was said that my president is black and my lambo is blue so we might have a chance at redemption
Just to let you know friends, I AM NOT YOUR AVERAGE BLACK GIRLNow don't get me wrong, I love when the 808s bang and when a fine young man can sang, with his waves makin me sea sick and all those fine qualities of life blahzay blahzay
But there's way too much world for my mind to ever be stuck in a box that has been built around my skin tone
My mind is bigger than what my ancestors went thru, my body was made stronger b/c of learnin about what my grandmothers generation use to call strange fruit, my understanding of life is more than rules and rituals
If I was meant to stay in a box, then my ancestors died in vain, martin luther king's dream was in vain, Jesus's life was in vainAnd the stain of confinement has my gasping for air, trying to find the escape where I can be who I was meant to be: kee
The key to a better life has never been a pile of money, cuz even rich ppl die from the hunger of greed.
I AM NOT YOUR AVERAGE BLACK GIRL
I like:
Country music
Interior decorating
Photography
Them italians, hispanic, fillipino men (wassup boo!) And here's a kicker: reading
I refuse to be a statistic
I refuse to be a drop of paint, blended in to the picture hangin in the museum to be looked at in awe like something seen as so bad could never turn out this good
I wrap my hair like a black girl, but this hair covers a more expanded brain than just what I have been designed by the world to proclaim
I am bigger than that b/c I serve a God that never intended for me to be conformed to society's norm
so thats why
im not your average African American girl
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