From A Black Woman

Why am I hurt?

Yesterday I realized I was hurt.

I knew I was slowly losing energy,

I thought it was from love no one’s giving me.

But that can’t be right cause all this light shines,

all my nights rhyme & I’m following love not time.

So...why am I hurt?

I noticed the blood loss but I thought this was normal.

They give us paper to shove into our bodies so we can continue to be hotties and prance like stallions.

And this is normal.

So...why am I hurt?

I couldn’t ignore that I lost the feeling in my chest,

the space beneath my breast is numb.

But I’m still walking around,

I’m still holding it down, still black holding the crown...so,

why am I hurt?

3 times as hard I work, the flower treated like dirt,

not respected, never protected, years of rejection...

but only yesterday I realized I was hurt because love heals real wounds from everything I’ve consumed.

From A Black Woman

Love Nita.