What Qualifies You As Black, Girl?
What Qualifies You As Black, Girl? Is it the sweat on your brow, the swing in your hips, the curves of your smile, the full set of lips? The spread of your hips, how wide are them thighs, how well you bake sweet potato pies, how long you been in the kitchen, how thick is your kitchen naps, girl? Oh how that determines the beauty in the genes, the power in them jeans. How high your head holds up, the "Hey sis, what's up?" The straightness of your back, your posture never flat, how fast can you run, girl? The twinkle of your toes, or how tight your hair curls, how hood-proper can you speak, can your lyrics spit twirls, how often do your eyebrows rise, how mean is your attitude, where's your stamina or altitude? Where you going, girl? Not hard switching your a**, How sharp is your sass, Or how soft does your hands touch, how heavy can your chest hold, what strength comes from your womb to carry all this weight of the world, are you