I thank
every black
woman,
for being a
black woman
and staying true
to their soul
while knowing
that the goal
is to keep them
spiritually,
and mentally in
a black hole
where they
brittle and burn
down to
nothing more than
broken black coals
but in every sistah’s
triumph is ignited
deep down by a riot
that doubles as a lion
to nash and knaw through
each of the
trials
and slowly, but
surely
every inch
and pinch
forward turns
into many miles

As you
slice through
your struggles
with a heavenly
finesse and
a flourishing style,
I pray you
wear proudly
your curly haired
crowns
as dark skin
conquerers that
NO man
can defile

I love you