For Me, A Black American Woman

Verse of the Day:

Isaiah 26:3

(For all my readers who need a referance, think of this as a part two of "For me, a colored girl")

You tried to crush me,

you tried to kill me,

and place me into the grave with all

the other hopes of what could

become of me,

for me, a black

American girl.

Tried to convince me that I wasn't free,

that my complexion was all they could see,

tried to tell me

no color spoke more truth

if it were not vibrant and blue.

You tried to inspire me through false representations

of people that "looked" like me,

to betray my vision into believing I was still on

a boat, if it meant perverting my

sympathies, just to get my vote.

You tried to crush me,

by lying to me

You tried to kill me,

by making me believe

that my mind was my blackness

and not the quality of my learning or

experiences,

that my blackness was the only key I'd hold

to ever succeed.

So that the hopes you never had for me, for

me, a colored girl, would lye still and wait

for your yay or nay, till I was buried beneath your

false ideology of the american dream

your hope was to crush me

and kill me so that I would not grow,

your hope was to bury me so I'd never know,

the truth that you tried to hide from me,

that I AM a black

AMERICAN woman and

by the grace of Yahweh

I am FREE.

"For the love of life an the pursuit of the arts, stay prayerful and write on!"