12/21/16

Creative Writing  

Craiara D

Fall

You know what it feels like

To fall

And what it feels like

To be picked up

And make through it all

I am young black female

I know no such “pick up”

Im left in the dirt

In the tears of my hurt

Im left on a ground

Crawlin in the tears of hurt

From my years

Im crying out for help

But the only help I get

Is criticism  

Instead of helping me

You kick me

Hit me

Making me go deeper

Into this dark place

You mock me

You kick me down

As if you like seeing me frown

As a black young woman

I’ll never get picked up

I’ll stay on the ground

And not make a sound