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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