“Weight”

I am fatigued by mountains of suicidal ideation that bury us.

By the mountains of unwanted male bodies piled on top of us.

By the weight of our selflessness — of us giving, and giving, and giving.

And by the stench of the shit we get in return.

These weights, they sit uniquely upon the backs of black girls.

Perched like birds.

Heavy like boulders.