Late Night

i was up tonight cause my thought were black and white thinking about what the world has become i refuse to be a victim, another number to count, things that are happening around me, in my society, my city, my community WILL not make me or break me i REFUSE to be another number to the statistic of a 16 year old baby mama, a pot head, or a drop out, i will rises above and show them ALL my thought are deeper then sex an drugs, i will show them ALL that being black is the most beautiful of them all, i will show them all that my hair is not kinky and nappy it IS curly and soft, let me show you the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice, the bigger you are the sweeter you are, we come in all shapes, shads, and sizes and we refuse to be a statistic like you are, this goes out to the races white man that says he cant stand us, this goes out to the person that has time to sit and bash you about your looks, this goes out to the person that said if you want to hide something from a nigger put it in a book

- Kyndra B. Harrison