The women I know used to shrink all the time,
Now, we bare our teeth,
drink the blood of our enemies,
after all anything that bleeds be unholy,
ain’t that why you call us witches?
Call us hysterical,
Call me bitch,
Bitch please.
I could swallow you whole in one bite and use your bones to pick my teeth when I’m finished.
Boy, I birthed you;
Don’t you ever disrespect your mother.
And yeah, Crystal, you were right.
Every time I walk into a room,
my black goes before me, while my woman sits in the back where she will neither be seen nor heard.
Sometimes my woman walks into the room before me, and locks my Black out because my black is too black, and the only black in the room, and my woman can not afford to be the stereotype,
even though she be angry,
even though she be right,
even though she be backbone,
even though she is too much of all to only be one,
and still she be forced to choose,
like you can separate one from the other when you are the bastard child of bondage.
My woman closes the door on my black.
My black closes the door on my woman.
My woman and my black fight every single day.
My woman, and my black be tired.
My woman and my black be so tired, cus she be everything to everybody and don’t get none of the credit for everything she gives.
And she gives,
and gives,
and gives,
till she can’t give no more, and then she gives again.
She be the meat, the bone and the marrow.
She be the cook, the pot and everything in the pot,
and still have to clean up everyone else’s mess.
And maybe that comes with the territory.
Perhaps Medusa was a black woman,
you know how they be demonizing us when we talk back.
Perhaps it wasn’t snakes in her hair, but locs,
and if I am my mother’s child I have followed in her footsteps.
If there’s anything that she has taught me, it’s that looks can kill, and that if I have to serve a man,
I should serve him well done.
ABOUT Mo
Mo (she/ her) is a 25-year-old poet, who is an avid reader, and lover of all things art; Her passion has always been music, poetry, and the arts as a whole. Poetry is her truth. Being able to find healing through her platform as an artist, is a gift that she is truly thankful for. She can be found on social media platforms such as Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr as @momothepoet.
