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To be a black woman

To be feared and underestimated at the same time

Unspoken and not spoken enough

The healer

The protector

The bruised

and the jaded

I am beautiful yet my beauty is too much for you to handle

Beauty you wish to lock away in the towers of racism and colorism created by the agenda of my oppressors that my counterparts birthed from the same dirt and soil that lay the foundation that your feet so easily glide across. 

I am who you fear

I am who you hate

I am who you admire in disguise

I am the face you dream of at night when you close your eyes and are forced to admit  that you were taught to despise  me 

yet your heart tells you otherwise

I am your biggest enemy

I am your worst nightmare

I am the reason you look away because you are unwilling to face the fact that I am undeniable

I am authentic yet you do not want me to be

I am unapologetic yet you do not want me to be

I am the bird you wish to not fly because if I fly too high

You think I am naive and will become Icarus 

But you forget that I am much stronger than that

While you fly high thinking you are untouchable

I am on the ground laying down the Earth you must come back down to

I am the wings that surround you when you have lost your will to fly

I am the creator of this existence you call life

But you deny me

Why?

Why?