Today I wake up frightened
limited to only a pigment
Blue and red lights cause
more trepidation than
equanimity, palms sweaty
brows furrowed terror
sneaks up behind me.
Thoughtless bigots
ready to beat me
blindly. Stop my car
because I don't have a
tail light intimidation
evokes more concern
cornered by three blue
lifes in comparison to my
one. One hand on their clip
the other by their side
To them there is only die
this may be goodbye
- A Black Girl Untold
“ RTI found black female drivers got pulled over in Raleigh's Southwest District at a higher rate than other population groups.'' - Abc 11
Title: all credits to the lovely Jess Rizkallah
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
Rain slowly seeps into my soul
Gathering gently at my pores
Slowly wandering, searching
for any life of creativity
A blank canvas awaiting a
stroke of color
Coloring out of bounds
No Lines, boarders,
or limitations
With only the power of a
pen. Control is given over
Free falling endlessly
repeatedly
No longer the beholder
-A Black Girl Untold
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
Sigh
Sometimes I wake up out of breath
Questioning if I am living only for death
My bed holds bad dreams and demons
No peace comes when I am sleeping
Questioning if I am living only for death
I hate my life and I have nothing left
No peace comes when I am sleeping
Only thing keeping me sane is books
I hate my life and I have nothing left
I care for others more than I do myself
Only thing keeping me sane is books
My friends wear makeup and cute looks
I care for others more than I do myself
I can hardly stand getting out of bed
My friends wear makeup and cute looks
While I can't stomach my own reflection
Sometimes I wake up out of breath
-A Black Girl Untold
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
i tend to overthink.
i place value in insignificant things
i tend to overlook all the beautiful things
all the things that bring me joy
seem to bring pain when my
mind makes me question my life
i forget what colors look like
i forget the euphoria of a babies laugh
i forget the meaning to me
anxiety, and depression can be cruel
but that’s not unusual
i tend to shink into myself
to hide.
to hide what isn’t “pretty”
to hide what hurts
but i forget that this is the best part
these feelings of turmoil are
honest. they’re personal
they mean everything.
- A Black Girl Untold
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC