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.