Michaela Renee Solomon Poet Prose

"Angry Black Woman? I Think Not ".

I write this to you-
The accusations dressed as
Curiosity,

The fairy tale that never learned 
My name 

You come expecting thunder 
Where there is a setup,

Expecting rage 
Where there is a woman 
Who refuses to fold.

You want me loud
So you don't  have to listen,

You want me furious 
So you don't have to face
Yourself. 

But I am not
Your emotional scapegoat,

You call me "angry"
Because you cannot decipher,

A Black Woman's Certainty. 

You call me " angry" when I 'm clear,
You call me " loud" when
Truth draws  near.

You fear the strength you
Can't distinguish,

So you rewrite me- every time. 

But my calm is intentional,
My clarity is earned, 

My steadiness is genealogical affiliated. 

I rise in memory,
Not in anger,

I rise in the lessons 
Of a woman who learned 
To speak without trembling. 

I rise in quite strength 
That doesn't need amplification 
To be heard. 

You mistake my boundaries 
For blaze,
My intelligence 
For ignition,
My refusal to be rewritten 
For revolt. 

So let me clarify 
Will skill:
I am not anger 
I am alignment. 

I am not rage-
I am reclamation. 

I am not your fairy-tale 
I am my own definition. 

If my presence feels fierce,
That's because you're used 
To women shrinking,
I don't. 

Find it my truth feels sharp,
That's because truth has edges.

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