Crumble - Poem #5 (A poem a day for 30 days)

Big Island, HI 


Crumble

Don’t you know
That when
Brown girls
Crumble
We come back
Like a storm?

When the
Bones of
Our hearts
Shatter
They grow back
Harder
Fatter
And- not least of all-
Smarter.

Don’t you
Know that
When black
Girls fall,
We come back
Tall,
We march,
Never crawl
We unite
Never fight
We listen
To the heart
Beat of trees.

(I ain’t lying…)

When black
Girls crumble
We rise up
Like the
Phoenix
Shake the dust
Off
Clean up the mess.

Don’t u know
That when
Black girls
Whisper
It comes out
Like a scream
Making
You hear
The silence
Of our dreams?

We don’t get
Lost
But found
Even on the
Unholiest of
Grounds.

And sometimes
We fall.


Don’t you know
That when
Black girls
Stumble
It makes us
Humble?

Persevering
Resisting,
Smashing

Smacking…

(Copenhagen, 2007)

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