They are too determined in their game to win. Relentless in their pursuit to oppress the oppressed until they are pressed into some block, like a cell… invisible.
I am stretched beyond the yoga of Nirvana locked into scarcity
Trying to make crumbs into a loaf of bread – singled out, single black female…
A tapered loneliness covered in photos on my wall
The other half of me is not here with me
And the substitutes won’t due
Artificial sweeteners never measure up to honey.
The blackness they hate
By Janell Hihi Copyright@2017