black women
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Every second of my life I am now suddenly engulfed with the fear that
somehow I had been invisble to every person I have ever come across
the whole entire time.
She smiles at the sun
Taking in its rays with joy
She rejoices in its light
Dances in its presence
And admires its everlasting beauty
Black woman three small children pregnant
Black woman 1978 driving
Black woman driving in Arkansas
Black woman in Arkansas gets pulled over
Black woman gets pulled over, goes to jail
"Akonadi, the people’s activist."
Akonadi is an oracular goddess of justice and a guardian deity for
women. Inspired by a Ghananian goddess.
The past three years have been the
hardest
strongest
most vulnerable
time of my life.
2016
granny died suddenly, stage 4 pancreatic cancer
two weeks,
three days,
gone.
I am often expected to write for someone
A loved one
A best friend
The black race
girls
I can’t say yes,
or no to any of these.
"Oh my gosh you’re sooo sassy” should be tattooed on my foreheadIf I had a dime For every time I spoke my mindWith confidence
Dear White Women,
Unkempt, dirty, and strange are three words you’re likely to hear when someone is talking about black hair.
Or, instead of talking someone goes straight to walking their hand in it because of its arrogant flare…
tiana didn't ask for a prince
she was an entrepeneur
she didn't ask for her best friend to be a rich white girl
but she took it with grace
she wasn't supposed to turn into a frog
Lightskin was my dream
Ignorant to my beauty
My reflction was my nightmare
But I lived in darkskin
Brown as can be
My skin was my hated reality
How can I live with such low self esteem
Whoever said “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”
must never have met a Black woman.
I have not met other people whose presence
radiates warmth and sunlight,
or another being who has the power
I’ve struggled, oh I’ve struggled, struggled with what weave to order online
The perfect weave…the weave that was designed to make me feel beautiful
Let’s see where do I want to look like I’m from now?
It doesn't peel away, but I can take it off
It makes me feel beautiful
But I can wipe it with a cloth.
Compliments from boys all day
Somehow boosts my confidence, but
It's not me, It's my mask they see
I want someone.
Someone whose thoughts will collide with mine.
Someone whose thoughts shall make love with mine.
Someone whose on the same wavelength as me.
Someone who can fuck with me.
The media despises us, does not recognize us
Dehumanizes us, covers up and disguises us.
We seem to symbolize lust, with our large butts and huge bust.
Yeah child I been keeping an eye on you
First it was Keith, then it was Jerome, and now Tyrone
i take a trip to the beach at nightlet the sand pinch my toes and when the wind blows i get criticized for low eyes,
Pregnancy has become a synonym for African American statistics.
Average has become the definition of that.
Holes in condoms. STD’s in a wet spot drowned in low self esteem and rumors made true.
I can't sing but the way you make my heart feel is wonderful
and I cant dance but the way you make my body feel is beautiful
but you can't run your hands through my hair with your fingers
