Maybe, it was because it was the first time I ever saw cuss words in writing. Maybe it was because I got to say them out loud. Maybe it was because I got to talk about them and it was officially okay. I don't know, but the poem has stuck with me. It is called "For Colored Girls Who have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf"
Like I said, I don't really know how to analyze it. Obviously, I am not "Colored" but I am a woman and somehow even though I know I don't understand what she is writing, it always speaks to me.
My favorite part is the lady in green discussing "somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff"
It is written in all lower case with no punctuation except for slashes at the end of sentences. Here are my favorite sentences:
- i gotta have to give to my choice/without you running off wit alla my shit
- stealin my shit from me/dont make it yrs/makes it stolen
- waz a lover/i made too much room for/
- & i'm shoutin this is mine/&he dont know he got it
- if it's really my stuff/ya gotta give it to me/if ya really want it/i'm the only one/can handle it
I think somehow I always give men too much power over me. I let them hurt my heart. I think I will trust just one more time. And then they try to walk away wid alla my stuff. Even though this poem hurts, I think I have to learn not to let someone have alla my stuff. Not let someone take my shit.
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