Silenced
I been in a weird space lately…
the kind of space where silence is loud.
Where my voice
my Black woman voice
starts to feel like a risk
In a world where race is “controversial,”
my body still remembers
It’s been carrying the weight of oppression
long before my mind
could name the pain
See, I’ve got a lot to say
I been trying to speak
but my thoughts are engulfed
in other people’s comfort,
making silence feel safer
than vulnerability
I feel the risk
The cost of being an unemployed Black woman
with the inevitable truth
that I have something to lose
a career before I even step foot
on the professional scene
“Be wise. Be careful.”
As if caution ever kept a Black woman safe
As if shrinking ever saved us
There’s a tug-of-war inside me
my soul pulling toward purpose,
my fear clinging to survival
My support divided:
half saying, “Play it safe.”
the other half saying,
“Burn it all down.”
God…
You said I could walk through fire
and not get scorched
But this
this heat,
this waiting,
this silence
this right here
feels like hell!!
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