Black Girl’s Pity
I see you.
I see straight through to your soul.
Born and raised by a mom’s downfall
her hurts became your hurts
her pain your anger
you have fought since the day you took your first breath
sucking in second hand smoke filled air
making you feel like a bag full of shit on old cement
a bird with broken wings
but you never gave up
you bad mouthed your way through middle school because it was the only way to feel
because you had to be tough to feel anything
because to survive you had to endure pain like nails being ripped out one by one
now 18 and pregnant with anger and hate that consumes your soul
you see me
cheery, wide awake, happy
ready to face the world with open hands
Your anger is caged like a tiger in a circus
that suddenly breaks free slashing at me with claws sharp as knives
Hateful words spit at me like a spider snagging its prey
you hate me
its obvious
I have become someone you can only wish to be
and the last thing you need is some black girls pity.