The men in my family call me bitter as if it’s a disease and not a symptom.

Jan 20, 2017

I slept all daybecause I care about myself
I slept all day
because I value my internal wealth
catch me any day of the week
But today I have relaxed my nerves
I’ll need them for what has yet to emerge
I wasn’t at no woman’s march 
those things have never been for me
women’s movement have always been a pedistal for feminine white supremacy.
I don’t have time for well meaning allies;
holding my arms, calling me strong while they cry.
My blackness — supposedly an impenetrable armor.
meant to shield people from knowing that sometimes I want to die.
I must be ornamental yet uphold our men-
and hold my chagrin from their disdainful side eye.
When I speak,
I’m angry.
When I’m silent,
I’m weak
I don’t feel like it today;