| An ode to the black woman’s body
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| She’s been through a lot
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| Years and years on end, she chose to keep on
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| To hold on to love, then to love again
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| Then to lose to love again
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| To hug black bodies like it’s the last time
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| Like, last time every time
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| To bear baby after baby
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| Praying this time maybe they’ll be birthed into safety
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| Ideally a place where someone can love them
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| Hoping this time, we can trust each other enough to tell one another our fears
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| I might start by saying, «I need you»
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| When you go, I’m afraid to let you
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| I don’t wanna survive alone again
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| Our bodies have become too familiar
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| With chance, with each other, with freedom
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| But never a chance to experience freedom with each other these days
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| I’m tired of sharing your body between the world and me
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| So, won’t you promise this time, your body will make it home to me
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| To this love, to this unity
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| To this journey we’re supposed to be on together
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| Yesterday, tomorrow and forever, today
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| I’ll be waiting for our forever after
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| Nobody tells you how to survive as a black woman
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| So let me learn you a lesson
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| Black women, you are a threat on every point of the map
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| You are love, in its purest form, all unapologetic, all unconditional
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| Always too compassionate, sometimes too forgiving
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| But, never too afraid to show up
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| Black women, you are everything they knew you wouldn’t be
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| You are gorgeous, even through the suffering
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| You needn’t forget why
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| You hold the world together
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| Thank you for your mercy
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| You are the strongest form of human
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| Black women |