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The girl who had a voice bigger than hatred But a heart that wanted to be accepted
She was the girl that went unnoticed
She kept herself small, she didn't want to be the focus
But deep in her pockets
Her biggest secret
She was a poet
It wasn't some big revelation
Like she had already known it
Her lack of confidence wouldn't let her do it
But little did she know she was already chosen
When she was born her ancestors had spoken
She was the one to give them their moment
Throughout the years she had been bullied
She had learned to hate her skin colour
So she made herself invisible
Only speaking when some spoke to her
To nervous, to scared
To be stereotyped and met with judgement
She learned silence was a friend but also a weapon
She didn't know how to exist in a world that saw her as a problem
Then one day she saw this beautiful notebook
She thought to herself that this was a message
Not sure from who
But she felt like it had something to do with her lineage
The girl was observant
Her gift was watching
Each poem dedicated to a lifetime of experiencing
What it was like to not being treated like a human being
Her words spoke more than her mouth ever did
Her eyes the foundation of everything
What she was scared to speak on she bravely wrote
Secretly hoping that one day her her words could help someone
Even if it gave them a little comfort
She wrote about her own experiences of racism
Gaining the confidence to speak of injustices unknown
Speaking on the forgotten
For once in her life she didn't care what they said
Even if it meant she'd end up dead
She knew how to anger The racist system
She wouldn't hide and she'd lift up her head
To let them know she loved her blackness
Her ancestors watched like a proud parent
For the first time in her life she felt confident
Now infront of a crowd she stood up and read
All the poems she had written in silence
This was a moment
Her and the crowd would never forget
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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