An Angry Black Woman’s Poem – Part 1

Hell yeah, I’m an angry black woman. That’s their story and I’m sticking to it. I’m angry. Somebody is always telling me how to be me! You’re too aggressive. You’re intimidating. You’re unapproachable. That’s what they tell me. It’s all good when I’m happy with smiles. But as soon as they disagree with my argument… They attack my character. Everything associated with me becomes negative, My tone of voice, my fluid body movements, my facial expressions; It’s all a problem because my energy doesn’t match…

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