Recovery: from Black by Gabrielle Lawrence

I said to myself one day,

                 Don’t nobody love you girl.

Look at you now.

Shit-brown eyes and thunder thighs

I couldn’t even recognize

You. Under all of that


Shame. Under all of that


Pain. Carrying your foremothers

                     (inside and out) all over,

Settled on your back, seated in your chest.

Hauling the tears you inherited,

Chained around your neck

                                    like a consequence.