Written by C Hues
February 26, 2023
Even though they said cowgirls didn’t look like you, Your spirit never broke; you bucked on through. They said you must not have the cash; you never paid your due. They lied that black wasn’t part of the red, white, and blue. But you put on that hat, and you rode and rode. Their bullshit was priceless, but it never sold. They called you out your name—now they’re calling you gold. And let it be known that blackness is every cowgirl’s ode.