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.

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February 10, 2020 6:29 pm

Dear, Jhena
Your poem is amazing. I love the strong words you use. One thing that stood out to me is when you talk about protecting. Also one other thing that stood out to me is when you say “When your sky isn’t so bright, I am the first person that’s willing to fight.” The amount of powerful sentences you use are breathtaking. Thanks for your writing. I look forward to seeing what you write next because this was very touching.

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