The Sistahs

My generation was so    
Politically and culturally  
Conscious    
(And a lot, most of them    
Weren’t scholars either)    
That it was    
Sickening sometimes    
Even for me    
Conscious not only    
About language    
The company    
They were in    
And clothing    
But accessories too    
Apparently    
Reading into things    
Too much    
This time    
The sistahs    
Were coming down on me    
About the “slave bracelet”    
“It’s a fashion statement
Guys
Not an insignia
Or a mnemonic
Don’t take it so    
Literally    
You’re seeing things    
That aren’t there.    
You know me    
You know my character    
So…    
What’s the problem?”    
I had so many of them    
Too.    
Another philosophical    
Debate.    
And I can’t even    
Remember how it went;    
In one ear and out the other.    
   
Larger Graphic  
https://imgur.com/a/LeRwIqP  
 
Speaking of which    
There was the black lesbian ball,    
Black lesbian picnic    
And black planet…another time.