So you love her hair, eh? Wild and free Curls defying gravity You love how they bounce When she walks So full of cuteness Every ounce You love her light eyes And how they pop Against the backdrop Of her caramel skin She’s so beautiful Your pockets would be so full You say If she would model For Old Navy Or some agency Willing to pay For her variety Of beauty You love her hair, eh? That’s what you say But can you see The legacy Of slavery Buried in her skin Can you feel the heat Of prejudice...Read More
Author: Paige Vaccaro
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