The Black Woman

The Black Woman

She is an Invisible woman,

Whose got the whole world watching

Fetishized, while being erased

made an Extra in Her own story

She’s a Goddess, whose been denied her glory

The black woman

She is often abandon by white Feminists

Who speak of shattering glass ceilings

Yet use the weapons of Patriarchy

To push her beneath their feet

First seen as a pet

Then seen as as a threat

Her Self-esteem put down

Mind full of regret

I’m ashamed that Aretha Franklin

Had to make a black woman’s anthem

Asking men for respect

R.E.S.P.E.C.T indeed

We call the Black Woman

the moral arbiter of Black America

A title that carries a heavy burden

Never helping her lift the load

we rather watch from the sidelines

demanding that she be strong

All the while, never giving her

a chance to be weak

The Black woman

We show her appreciation

With the sweet nothings of empty slogans

That we let escape our lips

And the stale, crusty, hollowed out platitudes

That we write in books

The Black Woman

We call her Essential

When we really mean Sacrificial