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What language does a black girl scream in?
by Jessica Care Moore

Maybe it is the back breakin' sound of her body
Surrendering to her child being pulled from her womb
Maybe she screams in spanish as her curly yet oh-so
nappy curls dance off the indifference
of her parents who forgot we didn't swim to these islands
dancing off the reality that dark skinned dominicans
and butter-ricans share the same oppressors
no matter how you slice the plantain or boil the rice.
Maybe she wails a sophisticated French wail
With a new orleans gumbo pot of crawfish
stew on the knee of some silver eyed fisherman
who said he loved her because her skin is light and she
got a special blend of Negro nobody gonna every believe was ever black on Sunday at church with her
Baptist preacher mississippi daddy
Maybe she screams in Cherokee, Apachi and Sioux
When she walks on the land her ancestors blessed
She takes on the language of the earth and her tongue
Has lengthy conversations with the trees that once held her close
To hide her from settlers searching for her hair to wrap
In plastic and sell to merchants in inner cities
who die it bright tribal colors to black girls with
native blood.

What language does a black girl scream in?
Maybe she has a blue black deep down in the gut
Southern drawl she never apologizes for to her northern 
Neighbors who never claim her ancestors but keep on putting 
band daids where cotton has surely pricked their great grandmamas finger
They don't understand why they see ghosts at night or know the 
Words to slave hymns never taught.
Maybe she is dark as the night that scares the folks afraid of
Themselves and this is the light that leads them back to the 
Deep blue black ocean we all lived before race ever existed.

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