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KomfortKorner

Woke is an understatement of my awareness 

Heightened senses bleed into the recesses of my my mind

No sleep for the wicked was the most ingenious rhyme

Stepping into the crowd trying to blend in hoping not to be seen

The spotlight beams nearly blinding I duck and hide 

The masses point me out giving me up without a second thought

I look down at my feet shifting and my palms sweating 

I didn't ask for these gifts and talents nor did I ever want to feel special

I swallow my fears and push the doubts no scream no shouts

I raise my right fist the people stare I raise it higher and match their glares

I am a proud black woman hear.. me .. roar

We will not be quiet anymore

 

 

 

  • Author: KomfortKorner (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2022 05:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: For all of my fellow sisters tired of conforming to the idea of what society says you are, step out and BE who you are!
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • woundedheart

    Fist bump, always be proud of whom you are and where you come from know yourself worth and where you want to go in life, love the poem.

  • L. B. Mek

    'The masses point me out giving me up without a second thought

    I look down at my feet shifting and my palms sweating

    I didn't ask for these gifts and talents nor did I ever want to feel special

    I swallow my fears and push the doubts no scream no shouts

    I raise my right fist the people stare I raise it higher and match their glares'
    Amen!!!
    (sing loud, feel free
    my Songbird, sister
    be the Best
    you have it, within you
    to just: Be...!)
    thank you for sharing
    inspirational, to say the least
    a powerful write;
    especially love
    the humble vulnerability, you imbued
    into your choice words



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