the blk(est) night Poem by Mahogany L. Browne

the blk(est) night



the blk(est) night
be a blk girl

she think

her hair
too good
& her waist
too small
& her fit
too cute
& her jeans
too flyy

& her mama ain't nothing
like her
& the bitches
on the corner
ain't nothing like her
& can't nobody sweat her style
but jesus

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