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Black Girl

What you call uppity in the sour tongue of your forebears is
my real weapon.
I walk in deep shadow and silence.
Unseen by your colonizer eye.
While you preen and whine.
Full of fear and hate.
I watch.
I know.
I sharpen my tongue
   in anticipation of your blood.
Posted 12/12/14
Dedicated to all my fellow razor tongued Black Girls.
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