Dear Beyoncé
Mother. Save me.
We are your daughters
Don't you know what you've done now.
You have adopted the unwanted black girl in all of us.Mother. Help me.
I'm feeling a pain that any be extinguished.
You rock me to sleep with Sandcastles
And empower me with Freedom.
But Mama.
I'm so lost.Mother. Don't Forget Me.
A face you ain't never seen.
I hope you recognize me.
You can't just give me life without a purpose.Mother. I'm scared.
I might not be your daughter.
You might not love me.
I just pray that in passing.
You catch me.Mother. I mean. Ms. Knowles-Carter.
Sorry.
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The Unspoken Words.
PoetryA series of my spoken word poems. It's time to speak The Unspoken Words.