Black Woman

For the Black Woman who said she had enough Going through the motion of getting up every day for the job she hated. Something had changed this was the job that was her saving grace. She was about to give up and they called her. They needed her talent and she was excited but the game had changed. Making sure every hair was in place; splash of color on the lips and she checks in the mirror .She doesn’t see her but the image that they have painted on her. She says she is ready for whatever comes her way. Pulls into the parking lot and her breath hasten. Walking into the building she is psyching herself up like she is the headliner for the show. She greets her coworkers and she walks to sit at her desk it comes over her. As a Black Woman we are nurturers like a cloak it just happens. It naturally comes upon us and a few take heed. I was one of the few. We fix the problems when they happen. Everyone comes to us and even if we don’t know the answer we are on a ...