Damita Melchi- Contributor

The Black girl urge to loc my hair, 

adorn myself with noisy gold jewels, 

a symphony of defiance and grace. 

The Black girl urge to fight oppression,

defy stereotypes with

every step, 

breaking chains and shattering ceilings. 

The Black girl urge to be engulfed in incense,

bathed in the fragrance of ancient wisdom,

wrapped in the warm embrace of sultry

neo-soul, melodies that tell my story. 

The Black girl urge to dance under the moon,

celebrating my blackness with every move,

turning pain into poetry, struggles into music. 

The Black girl urge to love fiercely, 

to nurture our communities with boundless compassion,

to stand tall and unapologetic, 

to rise like the phoenix from the ashes, 

soaring high.