Black Girl Magic By Mind Evolution

Black girl magic is how everyone hears my mother’s accent except me I know what she had to sacrifice to be called
American It’s the ability to rep an entire race being the only brown spot in a milk bowl I am part of the beginning
Black women gave birth to the world and breast fed America
More than the sum total of our cornrows
Over educated over qualified always under estimated
Black girl magic is the thread that holds it all together
Overlooked and mocked, simultaneously imitated by the critics
Like when sixth grade white girls didn’t speak because I was different
But grabbed my arm to measure their summer tans against my melanin
Does not know the native language but mastered the ability to code switch
With articulate speech and elevated pitch
Said to be gravity defying curls dripping in homemade hair grease
Can show up as a teeny weeny afro Be 8 inches and burgundy tomorrow
Taste like gumbo made in flooded Louisiana kitchens
As good as Patty pies 2015 Christmas Clears throats that swallow pride for paychecks
Only earning 68% of the American dollar Calmness amid racist comments in the office
The mixture of boreken and Taino Indian Bonchiche and candles burning in botanicals
So full of the likeness of God it had to manifest through big lipped kisses
Tough love whose time out was sending me outside to get my own switch
Everything and nothing all at the same time
Been told to sit in the back, shut up and take it
Made to apologize for being a victim
Accused of being promiscuous because of our curves
Women secretly envy us men openly rape us
White supremacy is still fighting to own this magic
Black women it’s okay to be angry And broken at the same time
We are not pillars of strength It’s a higher threshold for pain
Our magic makes this struggle look attractive
Being told what we should become
While everyone else is racking up bucks impersonating and selling black girl magic
Imitation is not flattery when no credit is given to the original
God was trying to tell us something When Whoopi curled her fingers and said “Til you do right by me everything you think about is gonna fail” America will never admit she wanted to be African
Black women know your worth
We were stolen because the sun reflecting off melinated skin shines