everyday, Black Women are assaulted.

Cherries hang higher in trees

than blackberries do,

but neither is fairer than 

the other.

They are both sun kissed,

at different times and seasons.

But they all come to the same fate:

ripped from their vines, 

separated from their other seeds.

Even the virgin fruits,

Those that may not be ripe enough,

are still put into the basket. 

They were never and always ready to be consumed.