Fear me

fear me. I wonder if they believe in me I wonder if they still believe in my existence Am I the person who they want me to be? Have I lived up to their expectations? Who am i? To ameriKKKa, who am i? Where do I sleep ? Is the ground my home? Should I die in everyday Call me what I am Bitch. Whore. Slut. Nigger woman. Hate me. Hate every part of me. Because I will not change. This skin does not wipe off I am no horse of a different color This is who I always be Call me by my name How did I hurt you? Didn’t I lick your wounds, ameriKKKa? Didn’t I nurse you, while I starved my own Doesn’t my womb bleed from your scars I kissed you, yes? While you took from me my purity Wasn’t I your slave? Doesn’t my back bend over in servitude to you and your children Aren’t these streets paved because of my brethren Aren’t these dishes polished to my perfection Aren’t I your slave And who hurt you? And I wasn’t I there to care? Isn’t this place my own. Call me by my name. Why don’t tears fall from my face into a river of hope Why do I still hold onto you Let. Me. Go. I am not yours. I am woman. I am Fear. I am Goddess. I am warrior. But still I feel weakness. Oh brethren, cry out for me. Remember whose side I was always on Remember how I laid in the street so that you might go on Remember how I took you in, homeless and scared, Oh brethren, forget not whose womb you come from Do not forsake your sister Remember how many times I lost my voice, because I screamed out your name to the world. He. Is. King. Oh, brother, remember me. For am I your sister, warrior, mother, goddess. I will always protect you. Lest you not forget me. Isn’t it time they cried too? Isn’t it time the oppressed looked like me and you Who calls for a revolt that looks like roses and daisies Who am I to call for a fight if they murderers continued to say, “your oppression does not faze me?” I will call you by your name. Murderous, murderous, nation. Rapists and pillagers. Speak up! Own up to your genocide. Infiltrate, conquer, steal, and kill. Ah yes, you look just like white hey-zeus I remember you. Blonde haired, blue-eyed destruction Guns and a bible Such a capitalistic combination. Oh I know you. You bought me religion and rape. Yes, you look very familiar white hey-zeus You were the one who killed my son Or were you the won who left him to die Or maybe you wearing a hood that night and you burnt his flesh Let’s talk about it. I know what keeps you warm at night- your deep- seeded racism But I do not know how you sleep Hatred must be painful. How can you rest on the uncomfortable mattress of someone else’s blood and your own lies What does jealousy feel like My melanin causes you so much fear. These wide hips and bountiful bosom causes you to hate me My ass will get no smaller and hips will only grow wider My hair will only grow faster and juices will always taste like mother Africa My lips will be large and my tongue sharp. Fear me. Black woman resistor. Fear me.