For all the things that have been built on the backs of black women

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I was bleeding 

You came to see and study

My tears fell

They flooded your world 

You hurried in to mop them up 

Evidence of my bruises 

Have long captivated your concern

With questions wrestling me to the ground

with more wounds than I can count

I am boxing against your treatment 

When I return to my corner 

Awaiting a pep talk 

But I am met with a mirror 


Me looks at “Me”

With longing eyes hoping she can dig into the recesses of my mind

And create some kind of hope from what she finds

While you have shown me

How not to help me

I have carried you 

On the journey to my own healing—


For all the things that have been built on the backs of black women—

I lament this process 

Navigating tunnels in the dark 

Hearing voices overhead 

Maybe they sound like praise, or maybe from this place 

The distorted sounds carry muffled instructions, 

stifled warnings,

Indistinguishable cautions


The only way to a world I have never known 

Is the creation of a path I’ve never seen 

With tools I haven’t learned yet how to use

For all the things that have been built on the backs of this black woman, 

I am building myself

And marking the path

so I can trace it back 

I lament this process

Of building a process that did not exist for

the healing and helping of Me.




 





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