They didn’t see her

Although she stood erectly before them

Feet planted firmly on the revolving terrain

Curls weaved into rope-like braids putting Rapunzel to shame

Deep brown skin that shone under the sun’s blazing glow

She was a work of art

A marvelous creation

Too majestic for them to understand her existence

So they deemed her magically

And expected her to endure any and everything

Forgetting she was a human just like them

Needing rest like everyone else

Yes, she was a Black girl

She could create magic; this is true

But she was a mortal

That needed a sabbatical from time to time.