Dear Mr. Vice President


I say with a smile on my face

Because their gaze is in search

Of all my stereotypical mistakes 

Before I even make them.


I nod silently


Because all I have to say doesn’t matter

In spite of how intelligently I 

Execute my thoughts on an eloquent platter


My feelings they don’t want to see

The real me

“Just sit quietly

You little black girl.”


But I am not a girl

I am a woman

I am every woman

Who they say is too much

Too loud

Too present

Just sit down

Just don’t speak

Just cover it up

Because your body

Your mind

Your mouth

Your hands

Your work

It’s not yours

How could it be?


Well, it is my time

Her time


For you to listen to my rhyme

Because Mr. Vice President




Thank you.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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