From the mind of a sad black girl I'm tired I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. But I was wired to think that I can and should be able to handle whatever this world has to throw at me. Make sure everyone has a plate even when you're the last to eat.
And I say 'thank you' say 'more please' I should be used to setting myself ablaze so my loved ones are warm. From the mind of a sad black girl I feel myself deuterating each day. I feel a part of myself break each day ask myself if we're going to pick up the pieces and get it right this time, ask what happens to a black girl that is too broken to be magic
Can she still thrive? Can she still fly with wings that tremble under the weight of emotions I never knew how to come to terms with. From the mind of a sad black girl. My crown is slipping and I can't fix it I'm breaking and I can't find the pieces that I once felt completed me. I reflected the women around me until the mirror in front of me shattered.
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As Told by Muya
Poetrythe amalgamation of my emotions and experiences put into words the best way I know how through spoken word and short stories.
