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

                                                    Black—

Shame. Under all of that

                                                  Black,

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.