Black Women



You are a queen with a stolen crown, your scars run deeper than the Nile itself, bleeding life in the world through cut umbilical only to find your world chained for her melanin.

You were colonized for your expression and stripped from your freedom while you suppress them, nine months and 24 hour labor and still the disrespect in him chooses not to see the beauty in a black queen, shaming you with broken generational promises.  

You paint the world with the same brush God painted you with but sadly, only you have an imagination wide enough to see the masterpiece you create.

Pain has been second nature to you, we expect you to swallow the hurt perforating through you no matter how agonizing it feels. 

You are a superhero and your superpower reveals itself with love, passion, and kindness for the black men. Society expects you to fail and develop the hurt manifested within you every night your mind enters your darkroom. 

Learn to pillow talk your dreams to submission because only you have a brush large enough to paint what God has already created for you.

Black Queen, your hair is your crown, your melanin your shield, your eyes your truth, and your voice the courage many wish to have. Your words project in synchrony, drum-like commanding the respect deserving of a queen.

@artisticpoet_
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