Young black women,
We are the daughters of Eve, and the mothers of tomorrow;
And although we were not birthed of the same womb, you are my sisters.
Your pain runs rampant through me.
I silently shed a tear for you.
Having rather share your body and bed with an alien
Than allow those who care to keep you afloat as you meander on
Unsure of whether you’ll ever join the big sea.
Why do you insist on disrespecting your temple?
You lock Flat 12A at night but your cat flap is left wide open
Inviting the most conniving of creatures right into your stronghold.
Your pain runs rampant through me.
I silently shed a tear for you.
As you search the darkest crannies for love,
Dress provocatively for attention and
Please these fiends in the name of significance.
When will you realise you matter?
Young black woman,
You are a daughter of Eve and
a mother of tomorrow.
Although we are not birthed of the same womb, you are my sister.
You are strong.
You are significant.
You are loved.
And while you stand with your torchlight, trying to find your way out of darkness
Your pain will continue to run rampant through me.
I will shed a tear for you.
Written By Lydia Rose © 04/07/2011
We are the daughters of Eve, and the mothers of tomorrow;
And although we were not birthed of the same womb, you are my sisters.
Your pain runs rampant through me.
I silently shed a tear for you.
Having rather share your body and bed with an alien
Than allow those who care to keep you afloat as you meander on
Unsure of whether you’ll ever join the big sea.
Why do you insist on disrespecting your temple?
You lock Flat 12A at night but your cat flap is left wide open
Inviting the most conniving of creatures right into your stronghold.
Your pain runs rampant through me.
I silently shed a tear for you.
As you search the darkest crannies for love,
Dress provocatively for attention and
Please these fiends in the name of significance.
When will you realise you matter?
Young black woman,
You are a daughter of Eve and
a mother of tomorrow.
Although we are not birthed of the same womb, you are my sister.
You are strong.
You are significant.
You are loved.
And while you stand with your torchlight, trying to find your way out of darkness
Your pain will continue to run rampant through me.
I will shed a tear for you.
Written By Lydia Rose © 04/07/2011
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