The Beautiful Ones- For Black Girls Who Fight Each Other

Oh Beautiful One

Why do you judge the others? 

Do they not feel as you?

Are their courses too low class for you?

They breathe and feel

Her hair is as yours

And her lips plump like your mother’s

How do you look down at her, when she stands beside you?

On the same plane, in the same way,

In the same society. 

In a home that calls you the N word

And tells you that you can be free

Yet kills you because you’re too free.

In a place that felt like home

Until you both grew up

And understood your place in that home; 

An unforgiving and shackling place. 

Her brown skin glows as does yours

Her yellow skin holds deep roots, 

As does yours. 

Is it not enough that you both fight the same things?

Is it too much to be on the same team?

Fight together, black girls. 

Keep making magic, black girls.

You are the beautiful ones, black girls. 

-Sarabi