PAD Challenge Day 4: Margin of Error
PAD Challenge Day 4: Write a mistake poem.
Margin of Error
Since I could
spell woman
Define it
Study it
Categorize it
as I become...
I've been swimming in sampling pools.
Pools of cool waters.
Pools of lukewarm waters.
Pools of fires.
That's the life of this black woman.
A normal distribution
of civil rights battles,
consistent reports of inequities
and inequalities,
televised and advertised,
for the whole majority to see.
Even with high standards deviated,
abnormal women empowerments,
peace and security stayed a slope.
My high peaks
and curves,
still viewed
tightly and close,
by the means of the Mean ones.....
In a pool of women and men,
what makes me any more different?
In a pool of blacks,
am I black enough?
In a pool of plus size,
did I fuck up the weight of the average?
In a pool of academics,
am I that intimidating?
In a pool of righteousness,
is a virtuous women that comical?
What is my true percent of error?
If I shrink my sample size
what is the probability that
I'll survive
in a world where a woman's value
is precised in God's eyes
but a moot to men?
And don't forget to factor in...
The Blacks generational trauma
The little White lies
The head games played
What I learned from books and living
What I took as lessons in place of failures
How I calculated my blessings
How I loved when it wasn't reciprocated
How I cared when I shouldn't have
How I nutured from my mother's instinct
How I fought fears with open hands
How I dried my own tears without tissue
How I was honey to wounds
I didn't create
How rational I was
when everything else
appeared irrational and fake
How I kept my confidence level,
at least 95% of the time
when the world least expected me to....
💜D'ElegantOne
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