The Consumption of the Black Woman (a.k.a. misogynoir)

She is not here merely to entertain.

Your's, to ravenously devour

chew up and spit back 

down to the ground, 

from where you hoisted her

back-broken, beaten and bloodied.

Her shoulders weren’t fashioned for you to ride up-on.

Bit in mouth, being led about 

as if she hasn’t her own life 

and a perilous world to navigate.

Nah, she wasn’t built

for any of that.

And yet...that is all ya'll see of her.

And will know of her...