Grow up Black girl, grow up, grow up
you're nine in the fifth grade, ten when the new season begins,
but you're small, you haven't grown up, you're lanky and thin
your breasts aren't big enough, any crush you have you know will never happen,
grow up, grow up, you keep wondering when that'll happen.
You're too small, you've got no butt, but all the other girls look so grown up,
a guy you thought was kinda cool just played you like a fool, you weren't close or nothin'
but his words really stung,
"you must have breast cancer, don't you, because your boobs are so small"
i mean, of course not, that's just dumb, but how would he know that a family member just lost their mom?
your great auntie died of breast cancer and many others before her, so you're scared Black girl,
you have fear, you think you'll die, but then you realize what an idiot, you're fine, screw that guy.
Grow up Black girl, grow up, grow up,
you're in middle school and school life is great, but it's still hard to open up
your dad's still with the woman you met when you were eight, you thought she'd be a mom
but as it turns out, she ain't.
she tried to change your looks, make you look more grown up, tried to stop your sports,
make you more dolled up, but for what?
she permed your hair some time around then, made you think your original hair was a sin,
and then it got so thin. some fell out and it was even harder to work with, but how come your friends' hair was always poppin'?
Visuals via my Commaful account in the external link: https://commaful.com/play/thougtfuldragon/grow-----up-------------------------------------/
Part two of a long, unedited poem series; probably around seven parts written 10:58pm-12:09am June/9-10/2020.
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Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔
Poetry❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one...
