Layla Riley-Hill Poet Free verse

Her silence she bled

Alone in the silence of the night 
Not a peep, not a sound, not a single noise
Yet between the quiet folds of silence
Sat a young girl crying
Barely noticeable to even the shadows in her room 
Yet still very much visible 
To those who even cared to truly see
Not just watch, but to actually see
Her hot tears burning her black skin
Even the tears couldn't stand to be apart of her pain

Blood spilled was blood haunted 
By the weight she was burdened with
To be young, a woman and black
She was taught to be neither seen nor heard
To be a ghost of a girl she once was
Before reality hit, before she lost her innocence 
Stolen by a patriarchal racist world
Where being a black woman meant being punished for not doing what we are told

By the end of her blacked out rampage
She was more red than black 
Her thighs screaming in pain an euphoria 
Wanting to be seen
Yet wanting to also savour this moment of temporary control
Despite feeling weak she had never felt stronger
This was her choice and this she would forever remember 
To have a moment of peace when she can have a breather
To her it was the best stress reliever

She thought it was ironic thay now she had destroyed herself 
In turning into a walking barcode 
Would mean she would finally be worth something

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