Posted on: October 15, 2021 Posted by: Dorisha Hendrix Comments: 0

I often wonder

will the color of my skin

always hold memories

and caress lashes in the eyes of others.

Though I be black,

I be woman.

So might I stand behind our men

on the days they choose to protect us.

Rather there be days

where sensuality defines

my worth.

Might I be worth more

then what you see?

Though  I be

woman,

though I be black. 

Might I be free

and live in equity?