They look at us like we don't exist.
They yell at us.
They hate us.
They're uncomfortable with us.
We fight so hard for them.
But they don't do same for us.
We're too gay.
Or we're too trans.
But we're still loved.
Because we're black first before anything.
So love yourself.
Your sexuality.
Your gender.
Everything.
No matter how much they despite us.
That isn't stopping us.
We're black enough.
YOU ARE READING
words for black women.
PoetryALL & EVERY TYPE of black women, I have some words for you.
