A poem to my inner child

Run little black girl run, they want to eat your flesh like meat.

Hide little black girl hide, until it’s safe to speak.

I’m sorry little black girl I lied, it’s never safe to speak.

She’s brave that little black girl, she’s brave, if need be, she’ll break me free

She’ll say:

Don’t you remember, Big Me? We don’t play pretend, we live free.

Am I my sister’s keeper? None is, for she lives free.

I am but an advisor, as she is to me.

What we have is choices, and I choose to be ME.