“She is made of more than just her make up.
Roots run deeper than ocean springs, you can’t quite reach the bottom of what she’s made of.
Woman be womb-man, Divinely hollow produced healing juices within her halo.
Hello, to rising sunshines and mirror’s reflection of fine wine aged beautifully with time.
Black don’t crack…
Like balding tires on fo flats; smooth like ole skool 8 tracks.
Brown girls and microwave ponytails, throwback to the 90s where we left that.
No more leave out, took the weave out; we rocking Afro puffs and neck burners.
No more perms or slick backs with the s-
curls, we wear kinky coils, dreaded nappy edges, and stitched cornrows.
Take a trip down south, in the land of dirt roads and red clay, shout out to my home in GA”
~Lyrically True
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