I don't exist for a future man
So why do I dream of him
And long for his disruptive gleam
Why do I seek him out
And shout into the abyss
"Here I am"
I'm ready to fall for your scam
I await your beck and call
As you maul my heart's remains
I am yours to claim
It's so hard to remember
I was made for life's pleasures
Not to be chained by society's pressures
Swallowed up by my ring finger
Lost under a future name
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Black Girl Magic
Poetryin this moment when the importance of black lives is being shown in the spotlight and non black people are asking questions about how they can help be anti racist, nj fox puts her own story and emotional responses to the violence and injustice on bl...
