To My Woman


To My Woman
We were taken together
And I was forced to watch as he took you
Not just once but over the years
I was forced to look into his eyes and yours.

I would have died for you;
(But what good would that have done?)

In the #WakandaForever storyline, maybe courage is to have jumped overboard and to have my body rest at the bottom of the ocean instead of living in chains
But I stayed alive with the hope that every strap, every lash, that I took did not fall on your back.

I could not save myself, and I could not save you, but I stayed alive and I worked so I could share what little I had:
watermelon, thick and juicy from the field
okra, from the garden
sweet potato, burned on the coals
black-eyed peas.
It's funny the things they stole from us nursed us.

I stayed alive and we stole minutes together and created new lives so our people would live on.

Every lash, I took, it was for you.
The patchwork scars on my back are an open letter to the love I have for you.
No, I could not die and leave you to suffer alone.
Maybe that was the real courage.

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