Strong willed Black Woman I be.
I cry because of the insensitivity
I cry of the terror caused.
I cry for the little girl's they should be, ripped from their Mothers' womb
To face this harsh reality of having to be strong
In today's society.
Weak willed Black Woman I be.
I cry to rid my thought's of suicide....
I cry as I wake without a strong minded man...by my side.
I cry for those lost loves that hardened my heart and made me
Question my ability...drifting my thought's towards inadequacies.
I Cry for the children God intended to be born...which would never be
Something's are better left unsaid....but oh how I ache.
Shoulder's heave heavily up and down...shaking, as tears roll freely
From my eyes, down my cheeks, to settle in the cracked crevices
Of my neck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem