GENERATIONAL WEALTH

I weep and create for the Black femmes whose fatigue is a thousand years old.

Who don’t know the names of the ancestors they are petitioning for respite.

Praying the next keystroke is one of luck.

Bartering and bargaining and begging for the last link of the chain that robbed us of more than Earthly wealth to finally break.

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