Beauty is something we all possess
This is for my grandmother,
Dear little girl with the pigtails
Here I am pretending to write,
Dear me at 13,
A pure soul walking within the walls of a sinful world
I keep running, time keeps coming
I am afraid.
Oh, sweet beautiful flower, shine bright
Only if you knew how many nights I stayed up crying
I call it my cancer because it seems like it will spread.
Dear Black girl,