I just I just want to know dear world And the inky black universe how is this all black women’s fault? us being the mothers of creation the kings of our on making the bread winners hog slayers world righters Those who save the superhero Without hairs out of place —how is all of this our fault
As if we hold keys to all the gates, opening all nine realms of hell —how is this all our fault?
How is this our fault When we we have hidden bruises Pay stubs, Past due bills and degrees masked egos sexed you back into power wipe the crust out of your eyes and put a pep back in your step— how is this our fault?
Was it not good enough for us to lighten our skin Change eye color Hush when your spoke Cum when you stroked straighten our hair to hold on for ten years promises and for 20 year old lies was it not good enough for us to sacrifice all that we were for all that you will become only for you to wipe your feet on us to tell us we are not enough!
To curse the daughters of your own making, abandon the sons who never Know the word father to leave us in beds and alone to have us only remember the whisper of:
if you just try hard enough and choose better this will stop happening to you.
How is this our fault?
how how is this our fault when we are the most educated group in the entire nation!
How was this our fault when were thrown the fire, how is it our fault that we did not die?
From the ancestral to the modern to these continuous dinosaurs of white supremacy that we continue to fight And survive bullets by night the world seems to be remarked and dumbfounded when the rock that we have pushed up the mountain goes down the other side— and crushes all those in our path!
Tell us—we’re sitting up now straight hair and Afros beaded or braided or slick down and Bob cut or shaved bald like the Dora Milaje, mouths painted Red with our mothers blood in us And empowered by the fathers Who knew we would meet boy-men Like you…