-Dear Mrs. Black Girl- , I heard your story and decided to tell it. I hope you don’t mind and not be a little embarrass. But I know it was hard when you moved to florida , didn’t have a father figure that could be a dad to his daughter. Didn’t know the feeling but you had a lot of insecurities. You even thought about killing yourself , saying “It doesn’t matter who would miss me.”But if I met you , I know I would. I never got the chance though. Watched your videos and enjoyed watching your hair shows. You was proud about that. All natural girl. You was bad like that
But back then everybody said you was unattractive. Niggas told jokes
and the other kids would laugh at you. Cause of your skintone and your “nappy” hair .Wonder if their was a God when you lifted your head up in the air. Saying “why me
I’m the nice one , why all the wrong things happening to the right one.”
No dad to tell you how good you look. So he didn’t know tears fell from your eyes when you came home and dropped your books. Damn I wish I was there to wipe em away , hold you close and knew all the right things to say. But you did somethings that you regretted. Didn’t understand the concept of you’re darkskin so you not pretty. “Girl you pretty.” Didn’t hear those things so you was weak. You even thought about covering your face up with bleach. There was a soul inside that you finally reached. A lot of niggas diss you and niggas didn’t try to talk to you. Now that’s them same muthafuckas that’s textin you and trying to call you. How ironic.
I would’ve said fuck them niggas to be honest. You finally got the compliments you always wanted. And things got better for you. Your mom was there and your stepdad came back to make you feel special.You came out of your shell with confidence.
Dear Mrs. Black Girl
God bless you.