So the cup of Jim Crow sits on the corner of the table
This renders us silent
As a self-proclaimed God with the skin color of pure
And the eyes the color of gems
told us to drink it with a maple syrup smile
but all we felt was all this helpless
as they cut us loose of our identities
and made us wear their English as a coating that isn't our own .
Then they bent our bodies into
swim-less things
things that could no longer float
our bodies are too dense so we sink
We were told Our bodies are so unique even god doesn't look like us
So they burned us on the cross
Because god can't save us
God isn't even etched in our faces
They say a child who isn't embraced
By the village will burn it down to feel its warmth
Yet
The world keeps moving
As we keep dying
Without making a sound.
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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 .
