THAT Black GirlA Poem by Lexijust a quick poem on how I've felt being the only black student in my all white classTHAT Black girl History class. Was the most feared time of the day. Maybe not for my classmates, But for me, it was. I entered through the wooden door seeing my white teacher at his wooden desk. The rest of the students filed in, One pale face after another. There I sat, Looking like a coffee stain On that new white blouse. Out of place and easily noticed. The melanin in my skin Drew heavy attention During two specific units, Slavery and civil rights. Without raising my hand I was “randomly selected” To give my opinion… My black opinion. I used to shy away And give my “conservative” answer. For living amongst elephants, The donkey answer was just that… a*s. I was scared to be THAT black girl, The one that made everything about race. I was scared To be THAT black girl, The one who thought The world was against her. I was scared To be THAT black girl, The one who only Wanted what was best for black people. I was scared. I was scared. I was scared To be THAT black girl. I use “was” intentionally Because I am no longer scared. I may be viewed as the “spokesperson for the black race” And THAT black girl, But now I know that THIS black girl Can change the view On race I know that THIS black girl Can make the world A better place I know that THIS black girl Has the power to unify all people. I am no longer scared. Am I THAT black girl? Yes. Yes I am. © 2017 LexiAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLexiHartford, CTAboutI love to write but am often too shy to share my writing. Writing is my outlet to express my feelings inside and I hope everyone enjoys what I have to say. more..Writing
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