Don’t tell me

Don’t Tell Me

by, Jonathan Singh

Don’t tell me I’m too little,

Don’t tell me I can’t shine.

This Black girl has a future,

And that future’s mine.

Some people think my skin is dark,

But dark is where the stars are

I don’t need to be like you,

I’m perfect like this

My hair won’t lay the way you say,

It rises up instead.

That crown is not a problem—

It’s a kingdom on my head.

I’m six, but I see clearly,

The world don’t treat us fair.

But I was born for greatness,

And I’ll rise anywhere.