Cries Of A Black Child

Unspoken Truth

Why wasn't I told that beneath my father's rage,
My mother's smile hid a thousand daggers on her stage?
That home was a battlefield, a war zone in disguise,
Where laughter echoed pain, and tears fell like the skies.

Why wasn't I told that marriage can be a cage,
A wrestling ring where women fight for their stage?
When would they teach us girls to stand tall and strong,
To fight for our rights, to never be wrong?

Why wasn't I told that beneath the surface calm,
My mother's heart beat with a thousand storms?
That home was hell, a place where love was lost,
And every cold meal was a tale of frost.

Let's teach our girls to be brave, to be bold,
To know their worth, to never grow old.
Let's show them strength, let's show them might,
To stand up for themselves, to shine with all their light