Black Girl Literacy, Pt. 2 Video (MV)

I hear his privilege before I see his face
A grown man's request
In the cursive of a demand
What's your name, shorty
The girl has her weight
Thrown against the subway pillar
That weight maybe about 100 lbs
He is speaking and she is not
Her friend
With the same wispy frame
Is not
He assumes it is due to his mask
He lowers it
Like she needs to see his mouth
To know that her place
Is to listen
He is confused that she is not honored
Bothered that she doesn't gift him with
Her name
Does she not know
How to respect her elders
This grown ass man
Leaning into this teenage girl
Who leans into the subway pillar
Whose friend leans on her left leg
As I lean into the anger
That scratches against my tongue
Ready to crack the air
The moment these two
That I have now branded my little sisters
Need me
She says her name
Is behind a door
He is too old
Too ugly
To walk through
She locks away
All the jewels
[01:26.08]He assumed belonged in his palms[01:26.20]
He belches
You ain't that cute
As if convincing his pride
To remain swollen
And I ensure he hears my
Whole hearted
Judge and jury of a laugh
As they switch places
He now the child stomping away
They
The young women learning
That the slow tongue of childhood
Is not afforded to Black girls