I believed my anger made me ugly
My rage repulsive
My fury the reason for my misfortune
She was born
so i tried to be softer
Prettier quiet
Spirit gave me a new path to follow
Yet
When you’re someone who was born with closed palms
white knuckles
Fist to flesh
Skin under finger nails
Some kids pack a lunch
school bags filled with journals and textbooks
All they need
Prepared for the day
I was all
vaseline, rings, and knives in your pocket
preparing for life
You learn early on that you are living in a war zone
It’s us against them
First it was blacks against whites
Then it was latinas against black girls
Then it was them against all of us
and we were are ALL black or mexican
When my daughter was born
i vowed that i’d be different
I would work on getting rid of all the pain
all the hurt
I would fight less
I would be less
LESS
Feeling less than
Being less than
Experiencing less than
Living less than
LESS THAN became a theme
a mantra
I believed my anger made me ugly
Unapproachable
feared
big girls don’t cry
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