Enough?

Everybody at some point wants what the other has.

Their popularity, their smarts,

Their friends or partners,

Their wardrobe or beauty,

Their skin or body type,

Their families and achievements.

Anything.

So we live through them as we hate or love,

Comparing ourselves until we throw up.

I wish we could live like us.

I wish we could be enough.

I wish I was enough.

– eve 

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Little Black Girl, appreciate your skin, mother yourself

It’s all coming together

Your awakening is approaching

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Little Black Girl, your skin is where your beauty comes from

When they see you, they see your color

Sorry that’s just the way the world works

So wear it with pride and contentment

Don’t let their insults get under your skin

Because you would be everything they think you are

Little Black girl with brown eyes, short curly hair

Fuck what I said

Be yourself

Don’t let someone dictate how you live your life

They are not the ones judge you at the end of the day 

You are all equal no matter what they say

Be you

Because they are being them and they don’t care what you think

So why?

Why Care?

Don’t waste your life pleasing others

If the sky is blue, why not be you?

Things are what they seem sometimes and other times it’s not 

Just remember little Black Girl when you cry

Cry because words can’t express how you feel

But nobody, everybody is worth those wet dripping tears

Dear Unique, now I’m speaking to you as you are forever that little Black Girl

But human

Your pain is your greatest strength

Your words are your greatest weapon

Though your flaws are your weakest opponent

Dear Unique, didn’t I tell you the sky is blue

But at night, it is as close as black

Which is what you are

But don’t forget the sun is also yellow, and the moon is white

So always remember there’s always a bright day ahead of the fight

– Kessan VanGronigen