We

We be loud, lip smaking, finger waving girls who don’t take no shit.

We be screamin, we fighting and we boast our chests to compete with the boys.

We smile shyly as our crush walks past and talks smack with the best.

We stand strong taking care of our own and close our eyes dreaming,

Cinderella dreams full of glass slippers and hoping that we are princesses after all.

We cook, clean, and love. We wild, laughing full of pain, eyes full of emotion as heated

Words roll off our tongue and hit the world. Fist ball tight we fighters, yes we are. Our hearts hardened with war holds a deep core that surprisingly still pumps warm,

Vunerable blood through our veins.

We loud. Lip smacking, finger waving girls who don’t take no shit.

We scream in silent voices and struggle to see anything else to be but black and woman.

And so that’s who we shall be. And so that’s who we be.