So the church says
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
So she blew the earth with her flames and daggers
God herself made the sea an angry red just so they can assume who her son was
Her son parted the sea with the color of her blood
Just so they could wash the brown off his skin
Make his skin the color of his bones
make his soul the color of pure
His hair golden enough to see light through
And eyes like gems
They bleached away all of his sins
And he died for ours
With his mother crying at his feet
Now don't that sound like the life of a black man
A dead man walking
A sacrifice
Don't you see How ironic she is
As if we ain't seen ourselves in her son
For centuries
As if the sea a rhythm blues
Yet Historically red
Yet ironically still rising
As the moon pulls the tides at night
so high
Like the smoke after god herself
sets the sea
on fire.
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Black Girl Poems
PoetryHi , PLEASE don't use /reuse my stuff without permission! This poetry has a black girls point of view . This book has a black girls view point. These pieces have a black girls outlook on the world, and the battles we face .
