Burdens Of A Black Woman - Poem by Sinomhlobo Marwanqa
I carry this anger inside of me
Tentatively asking myself why
With wet eyes, the future I foresee
In my case it would be homicide if I die
Will I ever be vibrant as a bee?
In my bed the only thing I do is cry.
Infant compelled to carry a cross
I've been through nothing but loss
I've been everything but a boss
Treated like nothing but a horse
After it all in a dark pit they just toss
Is this the way? I know not I'm just a moss
The atrocious acts againts us
They make my heart ooze with pus
Its a weak strong short tall man its name is gus
It obtains ourselves and belittles us like glass
We are lost while strong enough
Our opinion of life is merely rough
Before we die we suffer, suffer and suffer
We lack nothing just a lot of laughter
We hurt to make it bearable for the after
For being ourselves we're bullied
Our life memories are horrid
May going to Heaven be swifter
Apparently they care but they're Hitler
Their hearts like stone are hardened
At birth make sure your soul is fastened
For this is life and you'll surely be burdened.
Comments about Burdens Of A Black Woman by Sinomhlobo Marwanqa
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.