Can’t Talk Right Now, Doing Black Girl S***

Can’t talk right now, much to your surprise

 I’m not busy or angry, I just have tired eyes

Wouldn’t you be? Tired.

Being Black and a woman in America, 

You’re Inherently scrutinized

Two strikes, Before I even come up to bat, 

Like my chicken, marinate in that

As Black woman, we don’t need acceptance

We Deserve respect, and people to protect us  

For all my sisters who weren’t

I ask for repentance, 

Breona Taylor, Natasha McKenna, 

Sandra Bland and Riah Milton, 

To name a few, and sadly a few, of my Black queens

They can’t talk right now, their life line disconnected 

In a world that never acknowledges our existence

rather imitate, emulate, and humiliate our essence

Can’t do too much just enough

Milking down our appearance

To fit your unattainable preference

Cause every gesture we make 

With hands or our face

Every word we spew

Leaves people uncomfortable or blue

Have Black cool without Black Burden 

News Flash, that choice It isn’t up to you

Whatever we do is destined to be reviewed

Well, If that’s the case, 

Listen up, here is my view,

Black girl, Hot Girl,

Made by the same mother.

For if there is one 

There has to be the other.

Being a Hot Girl isn’t just physical

It’s a mindset that ain’t typical.

Your love for the culture, subtle

Our hustle illustrates our struggle

The Hottest thing about a black woman

We can hold it down, and

Without us you probably drown

But I am not your momma, 

Your Nanny, our mood board

Although our lives are ignored

We cast ourselves as main characters

Order has been restored

We ain’t uppity or loud

Just pretty and proud

The only praise

Black women recieve

From fellow women of color,

doing their thang

The only form of liberation

is being ourselves, without expectations

So Sign me up, where’s my pen

Seeing Black women be confident and hot

Brings joy within 

Giving ourselves permission

To make a complete transition

Unlearning the engraved systematic position

Processing our pain freely

And removing its stain

Setting boundaries with love

that will always remain 

becoming complete entities

Desirable and lovable

Smart and prosperous like the Huxtables

Basking in life’s independence

You name it we are reclaiming it

Therefore, I can’t talk right now,

I am doing Black Girl S***

Creative Direction and Words by Tamia Haskins

Talent is Milan, StaiSha , Zina

Photography and Videography by Shelby Wood

Video Editing by Lauren Helgason

Audio Editing by Mark