By Sr Editor ~ Constance Nicole – Connie Spruill
These women who might have loved me
have all gone away
The ones who might have loved me
for me
no matter what
they’ve all gone away
These wailing women
these praying women
cussing women
loving women
drinking and smoking women
these women who fought these women who cried
who were mistreated
these women who lied
these women who
might
have
loved me
have all gone away
the men… the men
they never were
these women who hurt
these women who suffered but lived with their pain
lost children
worked long
worked hard to provide
these lonely women who knelt at the thighs of Mere men
knelt in prayer knelt in shame
Who knelt at the altar of low self esteem
grew weary of trying of smiling of crying
these women who dreamed
while they were yet dying
and the men
the men
they
were never here.
they’ve left me
these girls who might’ve had my back
took up my slack
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these women
the ones who might have loved me
are not coming back
regal and righteous
shattered and torn
tired exhausted
weary and worn
these women on whose pain I was born
they’ve left me here alone
to struggle on my own
my daughters to raise
to pass down my fears
my daughters
who know nothing of the tears
that drip in my ears
the ones who might have loved me
knew my roots
knew my tree
my An~sisters
my history
knew my birth
reinforced and colored my worth
supported my dreams
and silenced my screams
baked the cakes
and patched up the Hurts
shouted and raged
wept but held on
carried me on shoulders
fragile
yet deceptively strong
these women who might have loved me
have all gone away
the men
the men…
they never were…
Because they might have loved me…I am able to go on.
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