Two Poems by Whitney Ampadu
Photo Credit: Wellington Sanipe
Just Cry
It’s a careful mix
of rage and sadness
I hold under my tongue
Trying not to add to the frustration
At the pit of my stomach
from being
so tired
so alone
so woman
so black
sometimes
I can’t hold it all
It’s bitter
But spitting it all up would make a mess
That I’d
have to clean
And I really don’t want to
Not in front of everyone
- just cry
To The Black Men, Whom I Love
I’ll cry for you
so you don’t have to cry yourself
I’ll feel for you
since you ignore your feelings
I’ll take care of you
because you’re too distracted
from being gutted
by pride
and masculinity
you don’t even realize
you are not whole
it’s okay
I’ll fill you with love
Accept it
and use it
But don’t you dare take it for granted
I suffer the same as you
If not worse
I’m not afraid of my emotions
I’ve seen scarier things
And you will too
If you try me
- To the black men, whom I love