Poets logo

The Angry Black Girl

by Homebody Hippy 5 years ago in slam poetry
Report Story

(No negative feedback please)

No, you cannot touch my hair,

No, you cannot stare,

I am not an animal in a zoo,

But I’m often mistaken as one by you

Mistaken as that loud, sassy, nappy haired black girl over there,

Be quiet, straighten your “unkept” hair,

Always been loud black and angry,

Black loud and disgruntle

Uneducated,

Broke,

The runt of the races,

But let me be upfront,

We aren’t angry,

We type in lowercase so you don’t CAPITALIZE on our skin,

We hide in shadows scrubbing ourselves red,

but not light enough to be accepted

too dark, too dangerous to be accepted

our unborn sons are something you think should be contracepted

Being intercepted,

Forced to say, “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe,”

Until…. He exhales his last time.

We live in a society that is more afraid of being perceived as racist,

Than ACTUALLY being racist,

We hold these truths to be self-evident,

That all men are created equal,

Unless you’re loud, black and angry

Black, loud, and disgruntle

slam poetry

About the author

Homebody Hippy

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2022 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.