[Interlude]

I don't believe in the myth of the angry black woman

I believe in the magic of blackness

See, we are the builders

We are the bridges

We are the connections that stick and that lead you to riches

You wonder where they got it from

Well, they got it from us

Their novelty is our natural

Their rehearsal is our off-the-cuff

If you ever feel not enough, know this

You are gold

You are rubies

You are diamonds

Little black girl, you are exalted