A Black Woman's Ambition

A black stone with diamonds inside She shines but you would never know They hit her but she never falls They whip her but she never breaks Speed in her step even though they try to slow her down Make her fail, just so that they can beat her down Again and again But they never get the chance They tell her she's property Meant to be owned Planting plants that their too lazy to grow In their eyes she's just a cotton-picker But she knows better than to believe their foolish words Black as night But bright as a star Hard as a diamond Hard to break Locked in a concrete box That's hard to take! She writes with passion In the shadows Hidden from her captures Writing the truth of her sufferings Sometimes writing away the reality of her captivity White clouds surrounding her Caving in Watching her every move So clear but so dark and evil at the same time She barely wants to move But she doesn't have a choice She writes with her heart Not with her head Writing is her release Reading is her consumption Breathing out then slowly inhaling each and every word Falling deeper into someone else’s life and wishing it was her own That’s why she started writing To create a new reality for herself Envisioning a world of peace Released from the cage that she has been confined to But the cruel world that she has been cursed with by God Creeps its way up to her neck Taking hold of any freedom that she had created for herself In those so few minutes alone Pulling her from her slumber Stripping her of her innocents Marking her with fire Crippling her into ashes Making her realize that there is no way out of this alive She can only pray for that last day to come sooner The morning sun taking her out of her trans, making her sufferings all the more relevant