How you gone get mad at me for my black excellence,
Is it our black magic or black girl magic,
How you mad at me for saying black lives matter,
Where's the pain, how you get hurt,
This is my world, my garden,
Without this race you wouldn't have shit,
You love my hair but hate my skin,
I'm a walking target, yet you don't have privilege,
We don't hate other races just racist,
How you gone hate me when I'm uplifting my women,
How you gone hate my babies cause they ain't mixed,
We run this world, we built this nation,
Gone hate me cause we seen right through yo bullshit,
Black women speak they too loud, they don't speak they're silent,
Stop with the excuses,
Our magic runs this world and would collapse without it,
Unless we working for a business and not running our own its fuck our emotions,
So don't be mad when we're gone and this world silence is ruined by its own destruction.
©dbn1121
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