Hush little baby don’t say a word
You’ll die too soon, rest assured
It is said that babies don’t take their first breath until after birth in place of this they receive their oxygen from their mother
What great practice for a black child
The practicing of death before they become it
In light of this I have been trying to remix lullabies to sing to my child
Starting the talk before they even open their eyes to heighten it’s chance of survival
In doing so i have realized the thought of black motherhood is...terrifying
But luckily I’ve found out that I’m infertile
But ain’t that a blessing though?
You know there is something about being told you can’t have children makes you want them more
How selfish and dumb to be an accomplice to your own child’s murder
by simply birthing them
Any child that would come from this womb would be poisoned anyway
It would go from womb to casket so ain’t that a blessing
Should I not thank my womb for being a shield from a bullet
How foolish of me to want a black child anyway…
For the baby shower we would sit around and write it’s eulogy
Instead of guessing the gender we would guess the cause of death
Stray bullet
So ain’t this a blessing?
Why yall still look sad?? Are you not hearing me?
What seed would come from this womb if it’s not a rotten one anyway?
When the doctors told me I collapsed to the floor
I saw the faces of the children that I had hoped for fade
They ain’t smile or thank me
How ungrateful of them to not thank my womb for refusing life
I still cry over my niggas who were murdered years ago
I obviously ain’t accustomed to mourning so what makes me think I’d be ready for motherhood?
You know...it’s fucked up because I already had their names picked out
One a junior...Adrianne Denise
Should I not rejoice that these will never become headline?
Should I not say amen for this womb being a grave?
Hush little baby, can’t say a word
