[embed]https://soundcloud.com/blackloveprjct/love-poems-for-the-women-we-dont-march-for[/embed]sisteri call your name three timesto let the ancestors know they should make room for youyou are coming homeyou have become another picturethat will be added to our altars of griefwe will pray to you and ask what this life is forblack woman, you gave birth to this worldand is it not the African way to carry our children on our backs?how do you not break with so much weight?how much more of your blood will they ask for?how much of your pain will they ignore?your body has been both mother and muleblack men hold their stiffness from across the streetand call you bitch.they have not yet forgiven themselves for being angry with their motherswho could not make their fathers stayyou will love them anyway. you will fight for them anyway.white men salivate at the way your body curvesthey will call you exotic and ask where you are fromthey want to know if black pussy is as sweet as brown sugarthe rolling stones told them sothey will not invite you home to meet their parentsthey cannot bear that shamewhite women will ask to touch your hairpet youthey will call themselves feministsfighting for the right to show their bodiesthen will hire your mother to scrub their floors and raise their childrenoh my sisterthis life is not an easy onethis thing you created is not an easy oneblessed melaninno one weeps for you, they shed no tearsthe earth returns unto itself a thousand times in one dayat night when you weep in heavy solitudeand in the morning when your flowers open themselves to another day