empty
Following the events of the 2024 US election, I need an outlet. Enjoy some of my poetry(?). I’m tired. Do you know why? They tell me to be patient and kind. To smile in the face of those who hate my existence. Black. Woman. The daughter of Caribbean immigrants. For too long, they have said, “when they go low, we go high”. Why? Just for them to spit in my eyes. To kick me while I’m down. I am bloodied and bruised. I’m tired. Tired of this godforsaken country. Built on the blood and bones of my kin. Whose lifeline was dependent on mine. My exhaustion. My anger. My time. My life. Fuck America. Fuck white people. Fuck all of you. Fuck being nice. I wanna cry, but I’m afraid that once I do, I won’t stop. Not until I’m hollowed out. Not until somehow we can fix this. Not until somehow I can be transported to a reality where this isn’t happening. Goodnight Goodbye