Proven Mattered
Proven Craft Consistently numerous times time after time
This is the exact proven matter
That I couldn’t be Legitly Blacker,
My existence of trying to prove it you withers’
Song after song craft after craft I’ve proved mattered,
From my afro to straight strands tatters,
I have a conclusive overcoming, one valuable, one thats Just another matter
i crafted my world in a timely manner hereafter
yet you show me nothing adding up to a valuable latter
Read and proud to have read a quarter,
A solid quarter a goal reached a solid Dollar,
i had proven that I have a Hidden Figure,
The kind that comes back Concluding with a legit I can and won’t denied ya,
Your fast, yes it’s true your a pro about my Obesity,
How will I help the next person in line, how will I be strong enough to help Supply their need?
If only I had mattered
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