Inspired by Push Out, The Criminalization of Black Girls in Schools documentary
Black Girl woke. Up sweating. Black Girl woke up sweating
She’s been running all night
Through her night terrors
Away from this place, cause even this “fine” place, isn’t her home any more
Momma’s busy, Daddy’s working
Mind in a daze, squinting eyes, mouth wide open, but her words are a vapor
that disappear
Plus no one can hear her or they refuse to listen
The sweat, I mean tears can’t help, can’t heal, can’t save her
Only a face of dripping sweaty tears remain
Black Woman woke. Up screaming. Black Woman woke up screaming
She’s been chasing them all night
Through her night terrors
Into dark places, not like her “fine place” because there is no place like home
Daughter’s missing, Son’s gone
Mind in a daze, squinting eyes, mouth wide open, but her words are like a vapor
They disappear
Plus no one can hear her or they refuse to listen
The sweat, I mean tears can’t help, can't heal, can’t save her
Only a face of dripping sweaty tears remain.
Chiquita Toure