I am a black woman
and I think I speak for us all
when I say
I get the blues every now and then.
Dont wonder why we’re bitter
or why we’re so tied into unhappiness,
thats all we know.
we have every right to be angry.
We’re beings stepped on
Don’t wonder why we don’t smile
because for as long as we can remember,
we’ve been stripped of our customs, dignity, rights, and our character.
with no history
so our sophistication is considered ignorance
without looking at our true essence
Is it too much to demand Liberation
or to get some notification that our existence isn’t denied
and that we are more than just sex objects
used only for your desire
Don’t wonder why it’s impossible to love a black woman
because your definition of love is Tangible.
Love can’t be handed to you
Love isn’t finding someone to hold
but a deep, tender, ineffable, feeling of affection and solicitude
a feeling intangible
Don’t wonder why we continue to acknowledge illiteracy.
because our hips and thighs
overshadow what’s behind our eyes
not that you were interested.
but We are alive
We are Here.
Take us as we are
Black women soothed by the blues.
A letter to the male species.