She doesn’t look to be what others seem to be, you see the rarity in her build. A consistent wise word on her lips, and no price point on her skill. She doesn’t attract the wrong energy, she speaks life and not death. She works through any sweat and pain even when it seems to others that no work is
Sometimes our flaw is that we forget. Or life gets so smoothe we eventually trip. Discernment and consciousness we put aside. Eventually falling because we can’t find our grip. Then, there are times our compassion doesn’t exist. Just judgment and ridicule of others while we live in bliss. Confident we can live in other’s shoes without taking the risks. But
Who has 4c hair? ”black women are never allowed to have anything for ourselves, not even our anger!” A poem for colored girls with 4c hair.