“A bullet held me captive, gun in my face, your hate misplaced. White skin, light skin, but for me, not the right skin.”Tagged: poem, Poetry, BLM, Black Lives Matter, Black
“Oh, you think the black man has a monopoly on suffering? You have no clue what black women go through, probably ‘cause you can’t get close to one, ‘cause you’re fucking whack. We deal with the same shit society heaps on you, then turn around and deal with the shit you heap on us.”Tagged: Suffering, racism, Pain, Women, Womanhood