Oh, you see me I’m big and I’m black and I’m loud, and That’s the problem isn’t it? I won’t shut up I won’t sit down You can’t monetize my pain I won’t let you pimp my praise You see me, yet You see the me you need to see, so You can keep seeing… Continue reading Oh, You See Me
When I say I’m tired Please don’t get it twisted, don’t misconstrue I’m not tired and bowing out, no I’m tired of explaining myself to you I’m tired of holding it in, and Sucking it up And swallowing words that become Swords that cut me from the inside I’m tired of you and your excuses… Continue reading When I Say I’m Tired
I can’t breathe. I’m not even sure you care See, my breath accompanies my voice, and My voice amplifies my pain Pain of being overlooked once again Discounted and dismissed My words are twisted to satisfy your ego Your mistreatment, and Your refusal to see me and hear Your words carry the weight and the… Continue reading We Still Can’t Breathe
Why do birds fly in the sky? And why are there sometimes tears in my eyes? Oh why? Why must I pray even when things don’t go my way? Oh why, why, why? How do I plan when I’m not sure where I’m going? Why step left? When do I go right? When do I… Continue reading Why?
This is for the mother who: Looks at her empty arms and wonders if they will ever experience the joy of holding their own Lays her hand on the empty womb asking if she is being punished for her sins or the sins of a foremother Looks to the future to right the wrongs of… Continue reading For the Mother Who…