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Why us?
Why as black women do we just have to accept everything
Can't complain just accept the bare minimum
Treated like mothers who didn't get a choice
Forced into a life of sacrifice
Treated like animals but stripped of dignity
Our lives were never ours just a product of control
Used and abused like some rag doll
Dressed to impress like a model
Except insulted and sexualised on the catwalk
Blamed for existing
Then punished for being angry
At a world that keeps us miserable
For the sake of their own joy
But then again why expect respect from the world
When we are not even respected by our own men
Who would do anything to attract white women
Even if it means betraying the loyalty
Of their own community
But I guess that's what happens when
They chase whiteness
Who are filled with self hatred
Transferred into colourism
A black woman's desire is to just exist
Not a life drowned in exhaustion
The constant looks over the shoulder
The being driven to psychosis
Gaslit until we are burnt out
Plagued by judgement
A standard of infinite perfection
And to always be held to an unreasonable standard
A singular question
Of when we will receive our protection
To them we are not humans
Just experimental tools
To be poked and prodded
And have our scars out in the open
Scrutinised in life and death
For us there will be no rest
Just a test
Of who will come out the best
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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