The Ballad of a Black Girl & Her Friends

A black girl with black friends in the suburbs

Have you ever heard a tale so sweet?

What divine hand of fate permitted it so

That these black girls could all meet?

—t’was as rare as a comet passing

She met a black girl who was idealistic yet grounded

And one who liked to keep her mood ring light

Another who could make her clothes from scratch

She’d never seen black girls so bright!

—t’was as rare as a comet passing

There was the black girl she could talk about anything with

And the one whose locs smelled of cypress & calm

The mother-like virgo, one year older,

Who could read you like the lines of your palm.

—t’was as rare as a comet passing

What a blessing it was for the suburban black girl

To not be the only black friend

Among others who looked nothing like her

And whose care was only pretend

—t’was as rare as a comet passing

How a group of black girls in the suburbs found each other

The white world may never know

Somehow a young girl’s oldest wish came true

O, yes…how she loved them so

—I still think of that comet passing