For the Love of Black Women and Poetry

A Poem

D. Abboh

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Photo by Rikonavt on Unsplash

Fever is running high
because the world wants to commodify everything we’ve got.
Resilience is running low
when our backbones are used like a universal crutch.

As far as we have come —
disparity is still real,
representation is not equity, there is more than masks and bullet proof glass —
between the world and us.

Descendants of mitichondrial Eve —
deserve to be affirmed with actions that create ease,
with actions that stop us from waiting to exhale —
and just let us breathe.
Our energy is a currency.

The state of the world needs to manage its expectations,
not everything we do will be magical and extraordinary —
there should be space to recognise the everyday and the ordinary.

Still, what a time to be young, gifted and Black.
Little sis showed out, met the moment with poetic justice —
and unapologetically did all of that.
Worthy of all praise — no doubt,
but even a rising midnight sun —
needs rest, peace and unadulterated fun.

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D. Abboh

Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com