The Black Woman In Tears
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A story of racism and inequality narrated through the words of a child.
WARNING: Some of the words used may be triggering for more sensitive people.

The Black Woman In Tears

I saw a woman today.

I saw a woman today. Daddy and I were having a walk downtown.

I saw a woman today. Daddy and I were having a walk downtown. I was holding his hand.

It was one of those beautiful, black women

It was one of those beautiful, black women With dark, curly hair

It was one of those beautiful, black women With dark, curly hair That my daddy calls trash.

Even if she was beautiful,

Even if she was beautiful, that’s how he called her too.

She was crying,

She was crying, the black woman,

She was crying, the black woman, I mean.

She was crying, the black woman, I mean. She was in tears.

I don’t know if she was crying

I don’t know if she was crying Because she had heard daddy’s words from afar,

I don’t know if she was crying Because she had heard daddy’s words from afar, Or because she had read daddy’s mind;

I don’t know if she was crying Because she had heard daddy’s words from afar, Or because she had read daddy’s mind; Maybe it was because of the scary bruise on her left cheek.

I asked daddy why she looked so upset,

And he said that maybe someone had reminded her of how ugly she was.

And he said that maybe someone had reminded her of how ugly she was. “You know,

And he said that maybe someone had reminded her of how ugly she was. “You know, people tend to forget

And he said that maybe someone had reminded her of how ugly she was. “You know, people tend to forget the things they don’t want to hear

And he said that maybe someone had reminded her of how ugly she was. “You know, people tend to forget the things they don’t want to hear yet another time,”

And he said that maybe someone had reminded her of how ugly she was. “You know, people tend to forget the things they don’t want to hear yet another time,” he said.

I told daddy I didn’t think the woman was ugly.

Daddy had looked me in the eye.

Daddy had looked me in the eye. “Some people are trash,

Daddy had looked me in the eye. “Some people are trash, Clare.

Daddy had looked me in the eye. “Some people are trash, Clare. Just trash,”

Daddy had looked me in the eye. “Some people are trash, Clare. Just trash,” he had said.

Daddy had looked me in the eye. “Some people are trash, Clare. Just trash,” he had said. “And they need to accept that.”

Daddy had looked me in the eye. “Some people are trash, Clare. Just trash,” he had said. “And they need to accept that.” I was shocked.

I looked for the black woman,

I looked for the black woman, but she had already disappeared.

I looked for the black woman, but she had already disappeared. Like an angel, she had flown away.

The woman wasn’t ugly.

The woman wasn’t ugly. Daddy’s words were.

We kept on walking,

We kept on walking, daddy and I.

We kept on walking, daddy and I. This time,

We kept on walking, daddy and I. This time, I didn’t hold daddy’s hand back.

We kept on walking, daddy and I. This time, I didn’t hold daddy’s hand back. I was only six,

We kept on walking, daddy and I. This time, I didn’t hold daddy’s hand back. I was only six, but I didn’t.

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