Black
Girl Lost
This is not a poem. This is a letter of confession. I am not
ok. I have been through hell, and I don't know how much more
of this I can take. I have been lied to, stolen from, neglected,
raped, and mentally abused, by those I cared for the most. And
all I have ever done is care for them. Given them my all. Everything
I could give I gave, and they took advantage of me.
I
have let me down. I have promised myself over and over again,
that I would stop caring, stop worrying about others and worry
about me. But I can't seem to do that, its not in me
to do so.
I
have been given a strength a resilience, that no other that
I know has withstood. You would think that after she fraudulated
my name and took the money and left me with a $20,000 bill
I would have slit her throat, but no, I stayed and took the
blame. When he used my body with no shame, and I continued
to stay and love him still, cooking and cleaning for him,
taking his shit. And that girl, who was supposed to be my
best friend set me up to take the fall, no one was there to
hold me, tell me itd be alright. And that rapist, who
took what he thought he deserved, with the time he had spent,
that was all I was worth, you must have thought, that would
have made me take my life, but no here I am writing this non-poem
in an effort to make things right.
Im
still here and now I have locked myself up in this room, to
keep me safe from harm. Determined to let it all out, determined
to no longer hold back the heartache and pain Ive experienced,
and figure out how I can save a young girls life. One who
doesnt have the strength Ive been given, the ability
to let herself be forgiven for crimes never committed, unless
love, loyalty and trust, have been added to the long list.
Im in debt, but I cant let that stop me. Im
in debt, how the in the hell am I going to repay it, I dont
know. Im in debt and I feel so alone, though the help
I have been offered, I have refused in the name of pride.
Too scared and ashamed to open my heart again. Who am I! I
am a Black Girl Lost, searching to find my place, but in the
mean time in between time, I will continue to share my gift.
So that you can learn from my mistakes, and so you wont
have to live with my fate. Every woman has her purpose, mine
is to protect young girls from hurt and shame, by accepting
all their pain with a smile on my face.The Split AKA D-Dee.
The
SPLIT
Originally from Winnipeg, Manitoba and currently residing
in Toronto. The Split uses her unique sense of diverse personalities
to represent and express the versatility of the black woman
in the struggle to redefine sexual roles through the explicit
speech of her four characters. D-Licious (Erotic goddess);
DTroit (Ghetto-Girl); D Rae (Sistah Struggle) and D-Dee
(That Black Girl Lost). Shes libel to Split your wig
with her thought provoking verse. So pay close attention and
never stop listening for the lesson to be learned.
For more info check out www.thesplit.ca
and for an in-depth article on the Split go to http://www.lechinosoul.com/spokenwordsex.html
(Spoken Word, Women & Sexuality)
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