now, daddy always told me
i’d go for a lot at the slave market and
he always meant it as a compliment and
i always took it as a compliment ‘cause
he didn’t know how to say,
“you’re sturdy, girl, and i love that about you.”
but one day i realized i had reason to take issue
so i took issue because some of my sisters
have mothers whose mothers
went for a lot at the slave market because
they were “sturdy girls” and
some white man loved that about them
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