Observations of an Invisible Woman

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The Invisible Mark

I was born with a mark

Deep in my skin, it tells a tale

I do not see it

This is where I fail

A stain that cannot wash off

No detergent is strong enough

It steers my life

Traps my tongue

Ignites my soul

Like an electric knife

I was born with an invisible mark

Wrapped in barbed wire

My mark drains me

This is where I begin to tire

I do not see this mark

I wasn’t supposed to

My mark is my cross

Heavy and burdensome

Tiny shoulders lifting a heavy load

I was born with an invisible mark

But I do not see it

I’m kept in the dark

{I wrote this poem and dedicate it to my African family throughout the diaspora. You are not alone. I feel it too. Do not ever give up hope for a better tomorrow}

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