even when she has nothing
she will always give everythingher back...it is broken from carrying the weight of the world
and yet, she will still stack her children's burdens there
hidden, so they never know the extent of her sacrificeher eyes...they are bloodshot and weak
she aches to shield them from Life's painful truths
and yet, she leads her family forward through the stormher shoulders... they shake, as she cries from her strain
and yet, she lifts her children up, sturdy as a mountainto make sure they see the world
from a better point of viewher feet....they are tired, they are cracked and they are bloody
and yet, her dances of joy are lighter than a newborn sparrow's wingsand her voice.... oh her voice, it is hoarse and weary
for she fights every day for the multitudes that depends on her
but if you hear her song, it will disrupt your very spirit...with the calm of her lullaby
the thunder of her war cry
the passions that make her lover sigh
and the spirituals that lift her ancestors' memoryhigh
high
as high as the skyso when her soul is broken
and her spirit can go no more
the woman who carries the world
has something
to carry
Her
too
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Unapologetically Black - Short Stories/Poems Collection
Short StoryA collection of short stories on celebrating being black and embracing our culture as both African and American