I want to express my frustration
But I can’t
I want to shout in rage
But I can’t
I want to inflict the same pain onto others that they have inflicted onto me
But I can’t
I want to crawl up in a fetal position and make the world go away
But I can’t
I want to cry until my tear ducts are dry
But I can’t
I am a Black woman and I must avoid the stereotypes that the world has attached to me
If I express frustration I am difficult
If I shout in rage I am a aggressive
If I inflict the same pain onto others that they have inflicted onto me I am petty
IF I crawl into a fetal position and ask the world to go away I am lazy and antisocial
If I cry until my tear ducts are dry I am a weak drama queen
So I will smile sweetly while my heart is breaking
I will speak calmly while the walls of my life are caving
I will embrace the world when I desire solitude
As if I don’t I will be considered just another Black bitch with an attitude
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