My Sisters Keeper
The more I learn, the more I vocalize my resistance.
The uglier I become.
Not just to men but to women alike.
“You’re attacking me and the people I love”
I am a Black Woman filled with rage.
For every injustice against people who are simultaneously “my people” and “not my people”
For every fallen sister and brother even if they don’t see me as their sibling
My voice will grow louder.
I will become uglier to others
But more beautiful to myself.