3/22/2015 Freewrite

no one wants to hear

the struggles of a grown black woman;

who raised herself too fast-

for survival

and learned too little

to do no more than exist as an adult.

people would rather hold me accountable for knowing

but they are more forgiving

than i am

impatiently

raising my own grown self,

frustrated and discouraged

considering all the opportunities missed

trying to keep my head up, ears and eyes open

for the next one.

feels like hitchhiking

near a prison

on a rural road.

possible titles:

1. depending on the kindness of strangers

2. from nowhere to here, waiting

Filed under: Free-write, Poem Tagged: black woman, meditation, nik nicholson, poetry, Queen of Non sequitur, writing