Life of a Black school girl in Rome.
I couldn't eat at their tables, I couldn't even participate in the cheerleading activities which I cherished the most. What was their excuse? Twas that my hot chocolate skin complexion could stain their white ones, I noticed whenever I passed through the school gardens near the basketball court, the hot guys always paid attention to my curves. Black curves aren't implanted, knives don't pass through a black woman's breast to make it shapy, A black woman is born with beautiful genes of curvy feat
