Tearless

As my fellow black people where enslaved and picking cottons,

I have been in my grave picking out condoms,

I’m not ashamed that I’m a prostitute,

At least that’s what I’m branded by those who don’t appreciate me nude.

Well, this didn’t just start for fun,

It’s neither a thing that I had to learn,

If asked I’d probably be a nun,

But hey I have to feed my son.

No one appreciates me,

I was raped and threatened not to say a word,

I gathered courage to tell my father,

As a girl, I was referred to my mother.

I was raped repeatedly,

I got used to it immediately,

This was now my reality,

Of men who carelessly abused my fertility.

Now I do this for a pay,

To the at least I appreciate myself each day,

To my kid I’m the bright light in the sky,

The one that brightens our dark ways.

All he knows is that I work late,

I work for the state,

I’m that mum that’s great,

With him as my only man and every day date.

Call me careless,

I call myself fearless,

Doing that’s termed shameless,

By a community that left me helpless,

Being of a gender that isn’t shown fairness.