What It's Like To Be A Black Girl (for those of you that aren't) By Patricia Smith
Poem by: Patricia Smith
First of all, it’s being 9 years old and
feeling like you’re not finished, like your
edges are wild, like there’s something,
everything, wrong. it’s dropping food
coloring in your eyes to make them blue and suffering
their burn in silence. it’s popping a bleached
white mophead over the kinks of your hair and
priming in front of the mirrors that deny your
reflection. it’s finding a space between your
legs, a disturbance in your chest, and not knowing
what to do with the whistles. it’s jumping
double dutch until your legs pop, it’s sweat
and vaseline and bullets, it’s growing tall and
wearing a lot of white, it’s smelling blood in
your breakfast, it’s learning to say fuck with
grace but learning to fuck without it, it’s
flame and fists and life according to motown,
it’s finally have a man reach out for you
then caving in
around his fingers.
In celebration of Black Poetry Day, we wanted to pass some words by the acclaimed poet Patricia Smith. We hope that these words uplift you and move you. Most importantly--we hope you share the word if it is impactful. Help make the community aware of the great work being done by our own.
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