For the Flowers Never Watered

I wrote this because I was frustrated. I was frustrated at the world and with myself. I felt silenced I felt hurt and I felt invisible. I wanted to scream I wanted to cry and shout and stomp and throw glass into a brick wall. I wanted to go to sleep. I wanted to curl up in the middle of my bed as I was tucked into the darkness of a cave that I made out of my covers. I wanted to drift off into a deep long sleep. I was afraid. I was afraid for myself the ones I loved and the children that one day I may or may not have. I am writing this to a black girl who hears me who understands me and I want them to know that I see you. I see what you are going through and you don't deserve to be ignored. You don't deserve to be silenced. -Sterling Wilmer