Gone

But what happens when this ceases?

When the black woman is gone?

Shajuana Henry

For so long she’s defended her brothers without question

Hoisted signs and shouted their names

But what happens when this ceases?

When the black woman is gone?

When her magic disappears?

Pandemonium ensues…

Hell breaks loose from its shackles

They expect that she extend herself for men

Who wouldn’t lift a finger, much less give a hand

She’s reminded of a bigger picture that has always kept her out of focus

The grand scheme of things is as follows:

She must accept sacrifice as the standard.

She must put her life on the front lines.

She must give until she’s gone.