I’m looking for this special girl, but I can’t seem to find her
Are you sure you haven’t seen her, you might find her by
Herself.
She’s self-conscious, had a dream like Martin then lost it
She’s been betrayed, called insane, plagued with pain
Also has a hard time trusting
She’s consumed with the past of what used to be her
Her-story.
Fighting herself mentally for what’s meant to be
Visions of victory, mental liberty, clarity, longevity, and ingenuity
Socially insignificant, no one pays attention
Cues in lost ambition
Past transgressions become present
Prayed for courage given discernment
Every loss is a lesson, but she doesn’t take the time out to learn them
This girl’s lost her purpose, not on purpose
This pretending to be happy thing isn’t working
From her lips there lies the good, the bad, and the ugly
She’s usually goofy, but this right here isn’t funny
Her throne is a ripped chair
She made it that way, but you made her this way
And with each blow with the hammer
Surprisingly she started to feel better
But please don’t judge
Me.
That ripped up chair represented her life in a twisted way
Imperfect, but still good enough to be displayed
Innocent frustrations, afraid of living out her dreams
Leaves before the curtain call because she worked behind the scenes of her life
Desired opportunities missed due to constant insecurities
Misunderstood, isolated from society
Feeling unfulfilled like a glass half full
Only getting rarer with age
Ink bleeds through the pages
It's more than words on the paper
It’s something far greater
Her emancipation from a dark desolation
Declaration of freedom from self-condemnation
If brevity is the soul of wit
Let me make this quick
You can't summarize my tides by the laws of the oceans
Sometimes I feel strong while held down by emotion
I'm laughing at how nothing ever is how it seems to be
To be me is to feel free watch thee; as to one that is not meant to be
Social hypocrisy to social hierarchy
That’s why you don’t why don’t see people surrounding me
Socially awkward black girl, that’s me
Sexy melanin in denim, majestic linen
Black queen in the making, I aim to be
I’ve had my highs and lows
That’s just how it goes
Schoolwork, Netflix, and poetry with GO!
Socially ejected, loneliness detected, but how-with a catchy flow?
Her emancipation from a dark desolation
Brought forth by the temptation by her original motivation
To empower, educate, and entertain the masses
She’s used to sitting around waiting for results, but nothing’s happened
Sometimes I wish she just would see how much potential she has
Even though you weren’t first, you won’t be the last
Socially awkward black girl, that’s me
Sexy melanin in denim, majestic linen
Black queen in the making, I aim to be

Socially awkward black girl, that’s me
Making loud moves quietly.