In this pain
you will keep your daughters safe
And your daughters daughters safe.
In breaking anew, in this reliving,
your sons will unlearn what the world tries to beat into them.
And the men with eyes like open mouths and hands that only know the word “take” will finally know what it means to be afraid.
But I know there are stories you still can’t bear to tell,
stories that have their fingers wrapped neatly around your throat.
Even if you never utter a word,
fold your sorrow and swallow it.
There will always be a hand to hold,
a heart to pour yourself into.
Diary of a mad brown girl 