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