And looked in contempt, resentment and fear for my future
For the belief that it may limit me
Was instilled in me by the world
To think that my potential for greatness would be overshadowed by it coming from a black woman
I am better than those who would use me as a comparison to those who are lesser and paler
I shall not be labeled and confined to the means of black history
I am history
Sure I am black, Sure I am a woman,
But above all, I am somebody you will remember for my life and it’s magnitude.
As a scholar, a friend, and as a writer
I will not be remembered a black woman but as me
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC
Because of you
Contact makes my skin crawl
His feelings made me flinch
His love felt like a threat
My stomach touches my back
Whenever I think about eating
I shed the person I was
And scratch in unfamiliar skin
The abuse became routine
And I couldn’t detect it
And worse of all
That i can’t blame it all on you
But on my own complacency and comfort in the destruction of me
It’s true I hate you
But I hate me more for letting you destroy me
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 11:48 PM UTC