Black Voices
/We die for you
on the filthy streets
in the dark back alleys
under the weight of chains
beneath the stomp of angry feet.
We bleed for you
our backs etched with lines
the weight of your arrogance
upon our womanhood
as if it is your right.
We cry for you
in the voices of the broken
and discarded sisters and brothers
who do not beg or cower
or entertain you with their hate.
Every time you strike us down
like the sun we rise again
By Amy Losi
From: United States
Instagram: amy.losi