Haunt

It’s the whispers I hear as I climb the mountain

Thoughts of not making the mark

All of their struggle

To be torn apart

All my fault rings in my head

Making it a priority to look more into the secrecy

No one spoke about it outside of my family

Shunned sometimes labeled rude

Gaining momentum on what was happening

Blood flow increased

Cramps released sharp pains

Debilitating motions leading me to refrain

Black womens health

Unrecognized issues to a fault

Not speaking up falling prone to generational thoughts

Break free from the misery