Entitled "Black And Blue Bruises"

She never kept what was meant to make her

unique remain hidden inside of the soul reduced to a whisper

moonlight gifted parts illuminated infinitely

by the infectious charm she possess

feminine fires shall not be tamed by the

catcalls of the opposition

seeded in the soil of her dreams

aspiring to become more then the women

she watches on TV

difference is her reality has no commercial

brakes

eyes already filling with turquoise tears like a running faucet

too focused on feeding everyone else’s

dreams

she negated the complacent rumbling of her ambitious appetite

she is left with crumbs at the table

she never lets them see her break a sweat

stretch marks on her skin tally up the battles she has won and lost

clarity and understanding her numbness fleas the mind

she was raised to never focus on pain

Only to cover it with excuses and make up

with false hopes that tomorrow will bring a better day

Will her night in shining armor show up?

Her only savior now is God

He is watching her go through perpetuated sorrow

not realizing the Genesis to all of her woes

begin with her last name

she never felt pretty inside

like the butterflies in her stomach whenever she receives a compliment

Black was never meant to be beautiful

at least not to her Black is another synonym

for being at the bottom of the racial totem pole

as she sits and downs another bottle of wine

she wonders which direction her life is Destin to go

And whether or not she will arrive in a body bag