She was raised a contradiction
Pink dresses and hat Sunday morning
Keep your curls clean
And body slam Mondays with brothers 5 times her size
She was raised a contraction
Strength spilling from her skin from morning to sundown
But at nighttime
Fear had a way of drowning her from the inside out
Scared of night
There are not fist fights in dreamland
No one ever wins
Its always broken up by the time sun break comes
And she cant handle unsolved solutions
She was raised a contradiction
Brown skin from the inside out
Darkened by language
And distaste in herself
She was born contradiction
Wishing brothers could call her brother and her blood could some how be thicker from it
She was born a contradiction and NO ONE hated themselves for it as much as she did.
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