How many times didn’t I carry the night on my back,
woke up to a broken spine
just to be told I still needed to smile

how many times, didn’t I sit on the edge of my bed
hanging from the cliff of my soul, plotting its release
only to be told I got a bad attitude
empathy, is a carefully crafted gift that never
gets delivered to my door
and I’m not the only one
black girls, struggling all over the world
being robbed of childhoods,
getting called women at 10
we are sold lies,
they tell us to find pride in being called strong
when what it really means is that they
get a free pass to hurt us

we’re dying,
they’re killing us
but its okay
its okay

we are the strong black women
aren’t we?


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