Sunday, March 5, 2023

Sorrows of a Black woman




My name is a burden to me

My skin is a curse

My gender is like a lesser belief

A dimming candle 

My laughter is my pain

My bruises are my glory

My heart is on fire

Burning me from the inside out

My tongue betrays my roots

My thighs

A sign of want

I am temptation

My womb

Like a river

Nothing can be traced back to me


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