Once I was a small black girl
Bound to eat from the fruits
Of a scared black mother
Once I was a scared black girl
Bound to be inferior
To another race
Once I was a victim
Bound to be misused
And abused
Once I was nothing
But another faceless brown body
One that was bound to fit all the stereotypes
But yet all at once
When dialogue got loud
I developed the confidence
To say that
"I am Black
And I am proud"
No cap.
About the Creator
Angel Blade
These are all poems written from 2021 to 2024. I was in my teenage years... please keep this in mind...
Who is your "Person"?
It's important to recognize that you cannot go through life as easily on your own. My name is Elizabeth and I'm a survivor of child abuse and horrific trauma. Healing from trauma is not a quick fix and recognizing that it will take time, is part of the struggle.
By Elizabeth Woods4 days ago in Psyche

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