I am a reflection of you
But black woman you have caused me pain like no other
Black sister, we are tied by our mother
But when I came to you for safety
You judged me like a stranger
We are tied by shared space
But it’s been a torture chamber
Locking up a spirit once filled with joy
Yah blessed me with the freedom I’ve been praying for
Don’t call home for me
I’ve burned the bridge from you to me
We’ve torn each other’s skin like a disunioned pack of wolves
Why do we crucify?
Why do we outcast?
Why does my skin hang from your teeth?
Why does yours hang from mine?
Why do we kick eachother at our weakest while the world watches?
While the world kicks along with us?
By: Lynzie Glover