76129, "blk girls don't commit suicide" - © Lei aka paperdollpoet Posted by KnowOne, Thu Aug-07-08 03:17 PM
Blk girls don’t commit suicide some of us just drown in red nylon capes riddled with holes and mismatched patches our grandma’s made quilts out of backwood knowledge and myths that became our nursery rhymes strong&black turned to ropes we double dutched with overtime we got hand-me-down issues from fatherless mothers who put sons on pedestals that their fathers left vacant turning boys to niggas that forget to say goodbye when they leave and some of us aren’t allowed to cry out loud so we learn we swallow tear shaped pride and whisper peppermint scented prayers into the bottom of collection plates that they’ll return in time for next Sunday’s service cause we don’t leave drawn out letters craved into our pulses and we don’t delicately overdose on colorful prescriptions some of us just choke on pleas for help we don’t let anyone hold our doors or carry our grocery bags cause we feel empty without the extra weight on our backs so we store daintiness between heavy breasts and folds of skin like hidden treasures for men to find "please let me be weak for once" is plastered against vaginal brick walls like faded promotional posters we have learned to wait for happiness with name tags on so it will recognize us cause we’ll be too busy dancing between jobs and dreams and passionately fish frying failed relationships that will turn to the love handles on the emotional baggage that we claim is independence but we ain’t free yet cause some of us still got aunt jemima loc’ed up in our minds aint yo momma but we’ll take care of you and carry you before we can take care of ourselves cause we don’t ever fall gracefully off of rooftops creating abstract art on concrete cause some of us are already sidewalks that fear the heights of glass ceilings so we take part time jobs suffocating our children with "yo daddy ain't shit" bed time stories cause every hero needs a villian to blame for not finishing college but we did take enough credit cards to die in debt only leaving our children with our capes cause see blk girls don’t commit suicide we are heros that live our deaths a thousands times and thats why with my dying breaths I’ll whisper for my daughters to cry to be fragile to have nervous break downs to fail to fall to be women.
|