We The Daughters

I always wanted to write a poem

About pretty black girls

Who never relax and lie their dreams away

Voices that always curl

Through straight edges of history

Hair thin slices of a movement

Turning the world kinky

I respect the disciplined silent screamers

Who expose the holes

Me, I am climbing through

To your wooden sheds of isolation

Where the robin’s song

Robbed you of your sanity

I revere people to my own detriment

Perhaps you did too

But when I enter your hallowed hearth

Please don’t turn me away

I want to show you the pretty black girls

How to look at their beautiful hearts

With eyes blaring at full blast

The way you did

Together we can build a bridge

To the promise in their faces

And pull them towards poems

By pretty black girls

Wearing crowns of change that last.