plus size inspiration: oh black woman

Black girls don't commit suicideblack girls don't commit suicide some of us just drown in red nylon capesriddled with holes and mismatched patchesthat our grandma's made out ofback woods knowledge and mythswhich became our nursery rhymesstrong and blackturned to ropes we double dutched withovertimewe got hand-me-down issuesfrom fatherless motherswho place sons on pedestalsthat their fathers left vacantturning boys to niggasthat forget to say goodbye when they leaveand we aren't permitted to cry out loud in publicso we've learned to swallow tear shaped prideand whisper peppermint scented prayersinto the bottom of collection platesthat they'll return in timefor next Sunday's servicebecause we don't everleavelong drawn out goodbye letterscarved into our pulsesand we don't delicately overdose on colorful prescriptionssome of usjust choke on pleas for help"nawh, i don't need youto open my dooror carry my bags"because we feel emptywithout the extra weight on our backssowe store daintinessbetween heavy breasts and folds of skinlike hidden treasuresfor men to find"please let me be weak for once"is plastered against vaginal brick wallslike faded promotional posterswe have learned to wait for happinesswith name tags onso it will recognize usbecause of course, we'll be too busydancing between jobs and dreamsandpassionately fish frying failed relationshipsthat will turn tothe love handles on the emotional baggagethat we claimis independencebut we ain't free yetbecause some of usstill got aunt jemima loc'ed up in our headsi aint yo mommabut we'll take care of you and carry youbefore we can take care of ourselvesbecause black girls got strong backsand we don'tever fallgracefully off of rooftops creating abstract art on concretebecause some of us are already sidewalksthat fear the heights of glass ceilingsso we take part time jobssuffocating our childrenwith "yo daddy ain't shit" bed time storiesbecause every hero needs a villainto blamefor not being able to finish collegeand for leavingand for not helping us realize our dreamsand for making us into our motherswe are victims and heroes in the same breathsaving everyone else but ourselvesblack girls don't commit suicidebecause we are the heroes that live our deaths a thousands timesand that is whywith my dying breathsi will whisper for my daughtersto cryto be fragileto have nervous break downsto failto fallto be women.

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