Dates
Sugar will just never do, again.
…adults, to be kind to themselves, choose disbelief.
Choose not to hear, while children, brave their worst fears.
We wear slogans of positive energy,
Cloaked around justifiable anxieties.
And whisper quietly,
About the shouting, inside.
All that he had, could not equate to what he could be.
Sometimes, when I dream,
I wake up as nothing short of
A Proud African Woman.
But, I’ve always been short.
And I can’t paint my skin…
…we were all told not to speak of it.
But in the night, these memories haunt, lips sealed, we see each other different.
it should be more,
than a dream,
That our great great great
Grandchildren
Get to be
On an Earth, that is still
Beautiful.
As She Should Be.