She Didn’t Want to Be the Cause
she didn’t want to be the cause of
another black man goin to jail.
“my men have come from such a tough journey.
have been taken from them
and they have been stripped
of their masculinity.”
“he is a victim.
i don’t want to be another factor.”
now i can understand
where this woman is comin from cuz by all means,
black men have not had it easy
as i stared in the mirror
at her scratching her stress-caused hives,
observed her fidgety movements, how she
even though it was warm outside
and saw tears welling up in her eyes
that she refused to cry,
i begged her,
to think of herself,
to consider her mental health
and the effects
of not speaking up.
i asked her
if she wanted to continue to cry in fits
and pray for the end of her own existence,
if she wanted to live in fear of re-experiencing this brutal sin
or be so afraid of men
that even gentle touch made her cringe
and she was silent.
she couldn’t think straight.
she couldn’t breathe
but she mustered up enough courage to see
that even though she didn’t want to be the cause
of another black man goin to jail,
she could no longer stand
the heatstrokes and dehydration from living in hell.
she felt bad
because he is a victim
but she had to admit that she was a victim
and that if she didn’t speak out,
the victim she tried to love
could potentially create a mass of new victims
who like her
were terrified to tell
because they didn’t want to be the cause
of another black man goin to jail.