Dying to break free
She tripped over the yellow brick
Landing hard on cold gray pavement
She has lost her way
No one to show her how to climb
From the abyss of a corrupt world
Or the distractions of her untamed mind
She struggles to make sense
Of why she rests uneasy
If her life is where she was suppose to be
Why is she so unhappy
She studies the secret
Eastern and western religions too
No place for this little black girl
Lost and feeling blue
When will it all make sense
When will purpose come about
This little lost black girl
Is trying to figure out.
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