BLACK WOMEN THAT IS ME!i am lonely,all the people i knowi know too well there was comfort in thatat first but nowwe know each others miseries too well. we are lonely women, who spend time waiting for occasional flingswe live with fear.we are lonely.we are talented, dedicated, well read BLACK, COMMITTED, we are lonely,we understand the world problemsBlack women’s problems with Black men but allwe really understand is lonely. when we laugh,we are so happy to laughwe cry when we laugh we are lonely.we are busy peoplealways doing thingsfearing getting trapped in roomsloud with empty… yetknowing the music of silence/hating it/hoarding itloving it/treasuring it, it often birthing our creativity we are lonely being soft and being hardsupporting our selves, earning our own breadsoft/hard/hard/softknowing that need must not show will frighten awayknowing that we mustwalk back-wards nonchalantly on our tip-toeness intohappiness, if only for stingy moments we know too muchwe learn to understand everything,to make too much sense outof the world,of pain of lonely… we buy clothes, we take trips,we wish, we pray, we meditate, we curse, we crave, we coo,we caw, we need ourselves sick, we need, we needwe lonely we grow tired of tears we grow tired of fearwe grow tired but must al-ways be soft and not too serious… not too smart not too bitchy not too sapphire not too dumb not too not too not tooa little less a little more add here detract there .lonely.