Who’s spilt blood do we cry over next?
Ruby red sprinkled on soil
Moistening the ground for our shovels to dig
Her last abode
But the shovel remains gripped in our palms
For we are not through burying our dead
A popular production line of girls
No rest for us
We bare the worlds trouble on our tired shoulders
Told to be strong despite how our bones grow weak
But dare we speak
Angry black woman is how they address us
Lower your tone is what they demand from us
You say, educate me for I do not see these falsies you’ve presented to me
Is it not obvious?
That no human wants to be brutalised
Over her you stand like a cloud on a sunny day
Threatening to rain on her parade
What has she done to earn your storm?
Why do you oppress her? Undress her? Violate her body so violently whilst your friends sit quietly amused
Her body used as if she was soulless.
A subject to dominate and rule over
Why?
Why do you brutalise your freedom fighters?
Your sisters in struggle who march for your liberation
We cry for you
We chant for you
We shout for you
And by your hand we die
It’s enough
No longer shall Black women be bullied into silence
No friendship nor bloodline should be held over she
For she is a worthy woman
Deserving protection and care
Release her from you torment
Lay not your fingers on her skin if she has not let you in
Hear her ‘No’ loudly and respect her wishes
Don’t wait till you have daughter before you see a woman’s worth
Her life is deserving even when she stands alone
So, please
Leave her alone
Yaa Yah 