Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Poetry Corner: Black Woman



At one point in time,
I was your source of life,
Your reason for breathing,
Literally…
Your everything.
 
I carried you in my body,
Protected you in my womb
Submitted to your needs
While you embraced me…
As your home
 
But many years have passed since then
And now you live within the world
A world which has taught you to hate me
A world which tells you…
I’m to be despised
 
And you forget that it was a Black Woman
Who endured pain to bring you here
Now you proclaim that I’m unworthy
To even…
Hold you near.
 
So I have one question for you
One inquiry to make…
 
If a black woman’s not good enough
to be your wife;
Can you explain why was she good enough
to bring you life?

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