Herstory: MY MUSINGS
what they want me to NOT say....................
how about now. When every female that is of African American
ancestry that I must work with has it in for me.........sight unseen
Extra mean? I mean, she wants to make her hatred known.
In the South. That dirty gaping mouth. You know good and well it wasn't me ?
But wait......let me see. You hate yourself and what you became. You sought to play and game ?
Now, enter me. I am just free. I LET MYSELF be. Your discomfiture comes
with the price of that weave and bad breath. I cannot care about this. My issues
are not about your nightmare twists. You played the mating game and swore
to make me part of your dating game? if you don't want me then just face me.
But you will not. We both comprehend that. Your fear is palpable
Your rage is self abasing. Not my fault is your dread of reflection. Infection ?
As I must move on........I wish the best for you. You know that this poem is true.