Madea Goes to Jail

Her body laid broken on the wrinkled twin sheets
Her tears reflected the empty stained picture frames that laid hallow on her father's vanity
He was too selfish to see her cries for help
How bad she wanted to fit in
Separate from the material items, money, and straight hair she only wanted him to be her friend
The hood had been standing silent for years
There was still a spirit the Black on their skin shared

"I needed you and you weren't there [...]"

Where was the dark face she cried for when the sweat from their bodies mixed like a Black sunset with her's
When they thrust something ugly and molded inside her sculpted and beautiful vagina
Her body stood scattered and dismantled on the twin bed
She glanced at her lingering ghost hanging on the sheets
He cried alone and spoke apologies in his head
They say she had problems before the rape ever occurred
She was called a victim before she ever knew it
Before the system labeled her

She's a woman Black and folded into stories of Black womanhood
Four virtues left non existent
We stain easily but seize to break even when every bone has been broken more than once
Spine a painted collage illustrating Black women's history
Our hands still remain beautiful when cradling the blood dripping from our middle passage
Holding the Black boys face
Embracing the dust and smell from printed pages
And in the way we raise our fist