The black woman

Who looks out for her?

My question is nothing but a memoir

Her burning anger seeping through her taunted years

Yes, she is loud and aggressive

Holds her hurt on her tongue

And rolls them down with no hesitation

She is up to her sleeve with nonsense

Washed their dirty laundry too long in the darkness

And no one noticed

No one noticed the scars dripping down her legs

Adorned with his ego

With their ego

Who looks out for her?

Nina, who looks out for us?

Bessie, Billie?

Please answer me someone

Anyone who could hear me

For I am but her reflection

Just 20 years inexperienced.