Poem: Black Woman

They call me black woman; blw

No monograph, just black woman!

Colored into a system

Colored into a stereotype

No depictions of my strength and worth

Just black woman

A name they estimate narrates who I am

No permission, no consent from me about who I am or what I want to be known as

Just their depictions of what they of what they peek from others

Giving me roots and identities falling short of who I truly am

Shedding light on my melanin and thick bottom

Which is much more than who I am

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