White Women
Within my family,
there are white women.
White women
married black men, I forget,
neglect the
fact that their blood flows through mine.
Trace the past,
a sea of faceless white is mine.
The black men
forefront, a mist of women
behind. Their
names, I don’t know or forget.
They are the
enigma, shadows. Forget
the cleaning
and cooking, their duty mined,
they went against
the grain, steadfast women.
In the corner
of the frame, you white women are not forgotten,
your spirit is mine.
Copyright @ Sheree Mack
