Woman who carry in her shoulders
I come from a long line of broad-shoulder women
Strong women who can carry their own
It is said my great - greatfather stood on top
of my great - great mother's shoulders
Sat so heavy that he sank through her skin
Since then he drown in her blackness
I guess only strong can stand to shine
next to a dark skin of a black woman
Women who scared me
Women I feared to be them
Women we call lonely.
#12/09/2020
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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