I AM A BLACK WOMAN

Do you fear me? Or is it because of my power & knowledge you stand clear of me?

Tell me, How do you see me. 

Is it ... Sitting at home in the projects collecting a check, producing kids with no father in sight, giving my money to my man, using public transportation, looking for an argument or fight.  Feeling suffocated by my own walls, waiting for that call for a better life. Unable to understand my emancipation because of my lack of education. Blinded by oppression not able to see why I should be treated better by society because I am ME.

Or is it ...

On drugs sexing thugs for a little love or a hit of that good splift to drown me in my sorrows, no hope for tomorrow, looking at my babies wonder what's next...

Oh it's the first of the month and I should cheer up up and be happy because you gave me a check..

I don't think so.

 You see My Powers run strong and my Knowledge runs deep, even while you sleep on me. I am a Black Woman, doing what you don't expect of me. A nice home in the suburbs, a degree, a father that loves his children and adores me. Everything you weren't prepared to see when you saw me. 

So tell me, is the fear that you display because you will never be me?  

Beware and Learn to Acknowledge the Consequences of my Knowledge!!!!

I was cleaning some things out for the new year and I came across this poem I wrote in 1998.

Be Blessed All.