Her Black Soft Back
She's wide
She's big
She draws attention to a class
The writings on her
Soft black back
Are important there's scratch's
But from who the screech hurts
My ears the pounds gave me a fear
She hurts but she doesn't know
Her back reaches her soul
She's African American
Ow Ow is what i say when she gets
broken down
Or wrote on everyday
I know the pain doesn't last always
But it will for her she has no voice
To speak just the writings
On her back is her Choice
Copyright © Sherelle Smith | Year Posted 2010
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