You! African Beauty

This piece was written by Ropa H.C.

Who goes there!? –
With prideful yet low held eyes

You’re as black as the moon They say your hair is nappy Your nose is round and wide Your state of mind is NY

as Nas said
You’re a lock shin head who speaks words that raise the dead
You’re lock of land that has carried the
Continent on your back
How dare you claim a status that equates
You to rats
I admire your refusal to be crushed
From father to daughter you teach
Excellence is not an option it’s an
Affiliated must
That’s not to say you you’ve been dealt
Perfection
Your children scramble for bread, and with the devil to make ends meet Your scares break you up like a city divided by streets
Deep cut within them
Is your condemnation to starve and die
You! With prideful yet low held eyes
Your as black as the moon
Your nose is round and wide
Stitch your tongue back on

In The longevity of your story you take rest
I think it’s Nas
You’re a lock shin head who speaks words that raise the dead.