Anger of submission
Anger of repetition
Of confusion of
Words thay will sound ignorant
Because i have lost my words
Im angry because I lost my words
Im angey because i mis use  my words
And them become garbage
Not verbage
They become conflicted
They are missused
They become the complete opposite
Of whT i am saying becUse i am
In turmoil with. Them

They dknt feel like mine

I am not white
You judge for the way i speak
I am not lesser, i am beyond you
I am an whole ass person
An educated woman
Whos lost her words

Trykng to fit into uour world
So i cuss
I speak with my hands
I need you tk understand
Because that is all i can say at rhis point

I am

Sometimes I write. Through the twirlsnof harmonious words we spoke together. They spoke in poem
Hey, here we are
Am a little lost
But even more
Found
I stay silent
In questions
I will not ask

So my loud
Questions
Are a whisper of proMiss

I Heard the Caged Bird Sang

When that caged bird hears its voice and learned how to sing, That song is as powerful as the strumming of guitar strings,  is to the heart, like ripples in the ocean, like children lughing, like connction to our soil

When that caged bird sang, she says I AM HERE. I AM WEAK YET I STAND STRONG

When that caged bird listens, she hears voices rising
freedom from the earth
She hears ancient words spoken to how we understand
That bird makes noices into words, only we can understand

When that caged bird sang
She chants


She is I
She is US
UPRISING

CUZ SHE SANG
US TO HER