To Poetry and The Rose...

We suffer in plain sight
They hate us
Yet want to be us
Steal our style
Then ignore us all together
Our men
Impregnate us
Then demean us
While we hold them down
And get left behind
Then we turn around
And hate each other.

Don't you realize that I'm all you got?

We carry the hate of the world
On our shoulders
Don't you know I can decrease that weight?

Don't fight me
Join me
Let me pull you up
So we can all rise
Because sister,
I see you
And I'm here to help
Because I too know how it feels
To be ignored
And to suffer
In plain sight.