They never once let me forget,
That my life was nothing but debt.
They told me my skin wasn't light enough,
For a woman of colour, finding a man would be tough.
When hunger made me eat in haste,
I was told to cautiously watch my waist.
My need for knowledge kept me up at night,
The gray hair of wisdom was scoffed with fright.
I loved my hair, untamed unlike me
Its rebellious spirit they could not see.
I was forced into the kitchen,
Because wives cook and men pitch in.
Never once was I told you are resilient,
As though it mattered not that I was brilliant.
You are a woman, behave ladylike
This is a man thing, you can't ride a bike.
I did as was told and began to cower,
They said I had lost my glow, like that of a dying flower.
That night I looked at my reflection in the mirror,
I had lost myself, it became clear.
I became what they wanted for acceptance and love,
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Alation
PoetryHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."