She moves with grace, a radiant flow,
Black girl, with heart of fire,
Whispering dreams, filled with desire.
Oh, to be a black girl,
In this world so vast and wide,
To feel the rhythm in her soul,
And let her spirit take control.
With her laughter that echoes free,
Like the waves crashing against the sea,
She dances with the wind and rain,
Unapologetically claiming her domain.
Her strength woven into her braids,
A crown that never fades or wades,
She speaks with a voice so clear,
Challenging conventions without fear.
In her presence, darkness finds light,
illuminating all that's right,
She embraces her roots so deep,
Creating a legacy others will keep.
With skin like the richest ebony,
She exudes a beauty that sets her free,
In every stride a story untold,
A mosaic of resilience, strong and bold.
Her lips paint words that ignite,
Igniting passions that shine so bright,
Activist, artist, scholar she is,
With dreams as vast as the endless abyss.
Oh, to be a black girl,
To bask in the glory of her worth,
To wear her identity with pride,
In a world where her brilliance is amplified.
So let us celebrate this black girl,
Her essence rare, a precious pearl,
For in her, we find hope's embrace,
A ray of light that graces our space.
Oh, what joy to be a black girl,
In all her power and grace unfurl,
With her resilience, she stands tall,
Conquering barriers, conquering them all.