She died with cornrows in her hair
They died with their cornrows in their hair
They died for this world that just didnt care
They held on to hope from a God they prayed
But like martyrs before their time, they were slayed
They tell us it will be over very soon
But they told us this many days ago and moons
They let us see the images of death and ash
But bodies are stomped on, brains now mash
We feel the pain of being black and African
The feeling of being innocent yet unloved- we feel Nigerian
Why March for them Nd give them a helping hand!
Aren't they African, aint they used to that?
We care about popular media and gowns barely there
We don't care about that burnt girl with cornrows in her hair
We choose her kink to harden our hearts
We choose what's pretty and leave all the good parts
Bring back our girls? No bring back Africa's dignity
Help us find a peaceful solution and regain serenity
Help avenge the death of that girl with cornrows in her hair
So the next black girl to braid her hair knows we still care
(Written by Afrotastic hippie aka me)
Wake up. Social conciousness)
