Rosa sat, they say
So that Martin could walk
So that Obama could run
Really, I was tired
Of pale men at the dark end of the street
Of unwanted advances; pink flesh shaped like a dagger and used like one too
We survived pale men with nooses and dagger flesh
But it is the Brown boys that have hijacked my story
Typical
Ran all over the south trying to shine light at those dark ends of the street
But they’ll tell you it was the seamstress work that had me worn out
Mama said Brown girl, you are lovely in every shade
When brown trumps woman
Kills woman, sometimes
Refuses to see woman even in death
Brown girl, you are lovely in every shade
So color yourself strong, she advised
Your ancestors had legs forced spread so wide they gave birth to plantations from between them
Do not forget, Brown girl
We are not too tired
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