Dear Girl, ft. Kendra

From an early age little black girls are taught

That the pigment in their skin determines where they line up

In a crayola stain world not yet created for them

They're taught to never color outside of the lines

To never think outside of the crayon box

To never hope to see the bigger picture of who they truly are

The world has given you hand-me-down trauma that does not yet belong to you

But is somehow already helixed within your melanin

You'll tell yourself if you could just wade in the water a bit longer

Scrub a bit harder

That you'll be able to wipe your history clean