fear me.

I wonder if they believe in me
I wonder if they still believe in my existence
Am I the person who they want me to be?
Have I lived up to their expectations?
Who am i?
To ameriKKKa, who am i?
Where do I sleep ?
Is the ground my home?
Should I die in everyday
Call me what I am
Bitch. Whore. Slut. Nigger woman.
Hate me.
Hate every part of me.
Because I will not change.
This skin does not wipe off
I am no horse of a different color
This is who I always be
Call me by my name
How did I hurt you?
Didn’t I lick your wounds, ameriKKKa?
Didn’t I nurse you, while I starved my own
Doesn’t my womb bleed from your scars
I kissed you, yes?
While you took from me my purity
Wasn’t I your slave?
Doesn’t my back bend over in servitude to you and your children
Aren’t these streets paved because of my brethren
Aren’t these dishes polished to my perfection
Aren’t I your slave
And who hurt you?
And I wasn’t I there to care?
Isn’t this place my own.
Call me by my name.
Why don’t tears fall from my face into a river of hope
Why do I still hold onto you
Let. Me. Go.
I am not yours.
I am woman.
I am Fear.
I am Goddess.
I am warrior.
But still I feel weakness.
Oh brethren, cry out for me.
Remember whose side I was always on
Remember how I laid in the street so that you might go on
Remember how I took you in, homeless and scared,
Oh brethren, forget not whose womb you come from
Do not forsake your sister
Remember how many times I lost my voice, because I screamed out your name to the world.
He. Is. King.
Oh, brother, remember me.
For am I your sister, warrior, mother, goddess.
I will always protect you.
Lest you not forget me.
Isn’t it time they cried too?
Isn’t it time the oppressed looked like me and you
Who calls for a revolt that looks like roses and daisies
Who am I to call for a fight if they murderers continued to say, “your oppression does not faze me?”
I will call you by your name.
Murderous, murderous, nation.
Rapists and pillagers. Speak up!
Own up to your genocide.
Infiltrate, conquer, steal, and kill.
Ah yes, you look just like white hey-zeus
I remember you.
Blonde haired, blue-eyed destruction
Guns and a bible
Such a capitalistic combination.
Oh I know you.
You bought me religion and rape.
Yes, you look very familiar white hey-zeus
You were the one who killed my son
Or were you the won who left him to die
Or maybe you wearing a hood that night and you burnt his flesh
Let’s talk about it.
I know what keeps you warm at night- your deep- seeded racism
But I do not know how you sleep
Hatred must be painful.
How can you rest on the uncomfortable mattress of someone else’s blood and your own lies
What does jealousy feel like
My melanin causes you so much fear.
These wide hips and bountiful bosom causes you to hate me
My ass will get no smaller and hips will only grow wider
My hair will only grow faster and juices will always taste like mother Africa
My lips will be large and my tongue sharp. Fear me. Black woman resistor. Fear me.