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Black Voices: ‘Endure’ a poem by Alicia Harmon

Baby, hear me.

They may be your blood, but you don’t have to bleed 

by their hand.

You know

and I know

they ain’t right. 


Yes, baby, I believe you.

I hear you screaming 

even as 

their soft hands 

smack 

onto your mouth.

Sweetness, I believe you

even as 

they bend you down

and tell you

that’s 

who you are.

Love, I believe you

even as 

they convince you 

what you see 

was made 

by your own hand.


Girl, I know where you come from.

They gon’ tell you who ought to be, what you should you want, what parts of you 

you should lay down.

Promise me 

that you won’t, 

‘cause baby, sweet thing, 

I know 

who you’ll be one day.

So hold on.

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