history
No need to tell me
that I am free
As still I sit here
In these chains
That’s all they want us to be is History
Black power.
Now that’s real power,
The type of power if we unite the
world, we’d devour.
Exquisite beyond wonder, woman
layers peeled back like sheets on a 100 degree night
heavy with discomfort and wet
from tears and my hearts breaking