we were once butterflies,
capable of tornadoes and storms
with the mere flap of our wings,
stroked in black with a paintbrush
only we were graced with,
but they couldn't let us be.
they meticulously spun their webs,
pearly white and silky soft,
they reduced us to the common flea
and ensnared us in their trap,
muffling our screams and
wrapping us away in their
silky soft web.
we were once tulips,
so proud and tall with
large leaves and dark petals
only we were graced with,
but they couldn't let us be.
they created pesticides
that dripped with pride and greed.
they made us into disposable weeds
and burned us,
our roots ablaze, our petals withered,
our beauty stripped and doused
in their chemical hate.
we were once people,
smiles so bright, minds so sharp,
skin so black and eyes so dark
which only we were graced with,
but they couldn't let us be.
they stole us and our culture,
reduced our lives to brutal torture,
our minds now broken and
our hearts now cracked
shackles clinking together
restricting us to their terror.
we could've been better
than where we
are today, but
they couldn't let us be.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Black Girl
Poetry"The black girl who will embody you all through my small voice that will soon become powerful." ~~~ i have a lot to say and it's on these pages.
