my village
i’m tired of feeling
like my village left
me out in the rain
it didn’t take a village
to raise me it took
a village to break me
i try to imagine
when my village
decided i’d be the
one who would not
feel the deep cuts
of their words
today i puff my chest
at them and get fed
frowns because i forget
that it takes a village
i inhale clouds i convince
myself God touched
just to forget that it took
a village to make me feel
ashamed of the wealth i
carry in my melaskin
i catch eye rolls because i
now wear my skin and
grandmother’s
beauty marks proudly
and i never thought being
black was wrong until my
village felt the need to
point out that they were not.