Her Mother's Daughter Poem by Black is Beautiful

Born in the image of a queen
Bred out of a woman's lust
For love
Which, she has yet to find
And for this her offspring
Pays!
Thrown into the world with
A thirst that her mother's breast
Would never quench

Why am I told of dolls and dresses?
Of barrettes and bows?
Did you not see the strange man
For he was ih the shadows of your dwelling
Why would you keep from me
His identity?
Help! !
His hands are choking my words
Taking from me
What GOD has deemed as mine

Do you now
Look at me with disgust
Was it because of me
That your love abandoned you
My eyes are your eyes
LOOK!
She tries to mend
What has been broken
Tries to find
What the strange man discarded
For it never appears

Crying dosen't heal her scars
Maybe because she has
Her mother's eyes
Allowing herself to be taken
By strangers who
Uses her flesh for their pleasures
Uses her pain to
Ease their hunger for lust
Uses her heart
For target practice
As she lie in her own blood
Wishing her mother would call her name

Born in the image
Of a queen
Died with a yearning
For LOVE!

PEACE