I am the black women that birthed you.
I am the black women that died for slavery to be outgrew.
Look at my golden melanin and envision the pain seeped deep into my skin.
Beyond our genitals, you’ll never be stronger than me within.
The white man hate me and so do you
Who do I run to when I’m feeling blue?
Our skin is the same but your respect for me is something I can’t name.
When your sky isn’t so bright, I’m the first person that’s willing to fight.
Willing to fight for what’s true.
I just want you to protect me like I protect you.
To My Black Men by Jhena is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.