(5/30) Git Ya Own Damn Grits

I skipped the NaPoWriMo prompt for today and instead shared this piece I wrote a few weeks ago...


I sho’ do like the way you make grits

became nails on a chalkboard
every time he uttered that
phrase from his mouth.

She tolerated it for the cause'
because cooking, cleaning and
taking care of brown skinned
children was a revolutionary
act

ya dig?

Reiterating this
is how he continually slid
his dominance down her throat,
until she starting choking on
the bitter taste.

We all got a place in this fight
and yours is definitely in the
kitchen sista soul
.

She knows her fingers are
capable of the same amount
of trigger pull it takes to turn
a pig into crispy bacon;

aching for a chance to
be on the front lines
but he throws her an apron
reciting that hated line;

now him and Al Green have something in common.



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