Black Dolly

Black dolly. I loved her hair. Her afro-

The braids and the way she spoke.

She said some bleached their skin

And I felt horrified. Why would you erase

the color- the one God painted on you?

Black dolly. I loved the way she could dance.

Her mouth always running-

But some how always truth ringing

Like church bells- the one she sang in every Sunday.

Black dolly. I loved the her resilience.

Her bravery with roots that started before

the underground rail.

If I knew anything- I know God built you to survive.

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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