I am not a black , I am a black woman

He forgot our roots, from where those women came, Raised by resilient black women, breaking trauma's claim. Not a black , I stand as a black woman, strong, In the absence of your father, I've learned to belong. Speaking of black pussy, don't reduce us to disdain, My essence, an ocean's scent, a heritage to maintain. Hating black women, misguided and unkind, My body, not your rehabilitation center to find. In the tapestry of resilience, my story unfolds, A symphony of strength, in the narrative it holds. To understand, you must listen, not condemn, My black pussy, a sanctuary, not built for them. In the echoes of silence, I rise above, A black woman, not defined by others' love. My worth, my power, not for rehabilitation, For in my own essence, I find restoration.