Apology

I’m sorry,

Sorry that I was raised to speak my mind,

That I was told to never let

Anyone

See you struggle.

Sorry that I was raised to be

Independent

That I was told, you don’t need a

Man

For shit, and to always have my own.

I’m sorry that I was born with so much

Anger.

That even after all these years,

My culture

Is still angry about slavery.

I’m sorry that the blood of murdered

Black babies.

Pump through my veins, and that they

Live

Through me, for I am there

Afterlife

I am their

Second chance.

I’m sorry that I knew about mixed babies before they were

“Cool”

That our women were

Beat and raped

In front of their families,

That our men were

Mutilated

In front of their sons by

White men

Then they were brainwashed by the scars

Believing that they want to be like you

That their skin isn’t smooth like

Rich dark chocolate,

Like they owe you something

As if they owe you their souls.

So they date your daughters,

And you get upset because you know,

You know that they will do unto your women,

What you’ve done to our mothers,

Our daughters,

Our sisters.

I’m sorry that

it seems like I always have something

to say.
As if I know it

All.

I’m sorry that I

Speak my mind.

That I’m just

A little

Too blunt.

I’m sorry that I

Have no filter.

That I can’t

Seem to learn

Certain subjects.

Sorry that my writing

Doesn’t get published

Because I know that it

Doesn’t meet the

“Appropriate” standards.