The world made an angry black woman out of me



I'm pissed.

Everyday.

Over small things.

Over big things.

Over anything.

I'm a woman, I'm black, and I'm angry.

One minute I'm invisible.

The next minute I'm the villain.

Often a victim, but there is no crime because,

I'm a woman, I'm black, and I'm angry.


I came into this world a gorgeous baby girl. 

My mother and father placed hopes on my head that I could not fulfill. 

Society place expectations on my head that I didn't want to fulfill.

I was used by a man for 20 years, bore 3 of his children.

Carried my family on my back the entire 20 years.

Failed to protect my children from their father and the world.

Disrespected at work.

Disrespected at home.

No refuge or safe space mentally or physically.

Got away from that man but my mind cannot run as fast as my feet.

Had to relearn who I was before him and figure out who I was after him.

As the adrenaline from survival mode wears off, I can feel the pain, the rage.

I'm angry at so many things at once.

I have come to see life as a burden, not a gift.

Where is that gorgeous baby girl with the light heart?

I need her right now, because,

I'm pissed.

Everyday.

Over small things.

Over big things.

Over anything.

I'm a woman, I'm black, and I'm angry.

One minute I'm invisible.

The next minute I'm the villain.

Often a victim, but there is no crime because,

You can do anything to a black woman and nobody will care.


Fin



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