Black girl, Black girl why me ?
Why must pain and grief be apart of our legacy ?
Is scornful scars and tears left undried admittance into this cursed prophecy ?
Lips told to hush
Stay in your place
Don't take up too much space
Black girl, Black girl why me ?
How do I stop this ill fated train of generational mistakes from taking me captive ?
Am I predisposed to inheriting the woes so gracefully passed on to me ?
Does there exist a remedy to escape this festering cycle of shackled to my feet?
I want to rage against the very doors that are supposed to protect me.
No longer will I keep inside the stains of abuse on my heart.
The stink of stifled silence will not be on my skin, no
the train has left, leaving me at a crossroads.
What will be my legacy ?
Black girl, Black girl,
just wait and see.
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Just Watch Me
PoetryA collection of poems about not laying down and letting life, circumstances beat you down. Get up, fight back and let the world watch you.
