what answers do you have to the
questions of my feet?
I sing the song of a fatherless daughter
as I dance to a broken heart beat.
I've laid in beds of faceless sheets
searching for what I thought was the key
the key to an empty entrance
an entrance to still waters that run deep
begging God for serenity and peace
buried in prideful humility
How come my mother's hunger pains
are felt through my body?
And my siblings tears are weeped through my eyes?
How come I fight the fight of poverty's battle.
Striving to keep my head above the water
creating new paths for my unborn son or daughter.
You can't understand my pain
You don't see my struggle when you look at me
only the angry black woman I am belittled to be
my thick thighs and size double d
the arch in my back and sway of my hips
But I am not just another chick to try and "hit"
or little black girl on scholarship
It is not my 10,000 dollar a year education
you see when you look at me.
It is not my dedication and tenacity
or my passion for my community.
So what answers do you have to the questions of my feet?
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