“Angry black woman”

“Angry black woman”

You throw these words at me

as if I am to be ashamed but in fact,

it is my pride.

 

If I am not angry, then I have accepted defeat

and if you are not angry, you are part of this disease.

 

Your face is stained, red

from the imprints of the same palms

that you have used for hundreds of years

as blindfolds

as innocent BLACK lives are destroyed

 

and then when I seek for justice

when I scream “Black lives matter”

you scream “angry black woman”

 

but who am I to not be angry?

the deep dark colour of my skin

itself is an embodiment of pain

the deep dark colour of my skin itself

breeds anger.

 

Who am I to not be angry when

Emmett Till is butchered based on lies

and the woman responsible is being hidden in an undisclosed location

 

who am I to not be angry when

you yell at me “racism is dead”

but black men are jailed five times more than their white counterparts

you yell “slavery has been abolished”

and black men are being sold as slaves in Libya

who am I to not be angry?

 

Who am I to not be angry?

when your elected voice discriminates against people

like me.

a man who is only POTUS

because you love that he hates me.

 

…You throw these words at me

as if I am to be ashamed but in fact, it is my pride.

 

You are terrified of the voice of a black woman

oh you tremble at how my skin can breed anger but still

exuberate the most awe-inspiring beauty.

you are terrified of me.

you are terrified of my power

so you try to silence me with the word “anger”

 

but I will continue to resist.

I will continue to shout.

I will raise my fists, i will march, i will fight.

I can not be silenced.

I will continue to be an angry black woman.