I am digging deep, this is a poem I wrote over 10 years ago. I had lost my phone in a mini cab, I needed to report it at the Police Station. I remember waiting in line it, was Brixton Police station, so it was busy as per usual. The officer behind the desk took down my details, then whilst I was waiting heard her refer to me 'As that girl' Now I was on my way from work, I know I look young but I ain't No Girl. Some people are like you should be flattered, why coz I got a good pool of genes, and I don't look my age. No I am a Woman. Thank you very much. Now the term for a Black Woman is far more weighted, during Slavery they always refereed to the Men and Women as 'Boys' and 'Girls', Yes we were owned, I guess this was a further way to add to the degradation, as if things were not bad enough.
posted fb 21/01/14
posted fb 21/01/14
#349 You call me girl
Do I look like a girl to you?
look at the expanse of my hips
and the fullness of my lips
says I am an experienced woman
if you get my gist
yet you call me girl
I raise my children better than you
I budget more as I get paid less than you
yet you call me girl
I have to juggle duck and dive
whenever I deal with you
I have to bob and weave
just not to displease you
yet you call me girl
when you slay me with that tongue like knife
you undermine my contribution to this life
when you call me girl
it is as if you said dog
you make my blood run cold
as you fail to recognise my wounded soul
when you call me girl
I want to curl up and die
you have no regards
you do it all the time
you call me girl
like I have not lived
I’ve lived 10 more lives than you
as I struggle to survive
you call me girl
like I have not gived
I have given up my lives
than history records in those lines
you call me girl
as I am force to walk
the streets at night
you reel me in
you hold me back
I am constantly under the ‘Girl attack’
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