B. Reads is a Self-Publishing Author and avid reader with endless stories to tell. Her urban fiction novel, Lies by the Gun is her first of many novels to hit the literary scene.
Lies by the Gun dropped June 2020 and she already has her next urban fiction titled 'Smoke & Mirrors' on the way!
"There are moments when she feels she's faded;
Depleted to her bare minimum by the world's chaos.
When forced smiles become too heavy & chasing her purpose feels like a chore.
She never claimed to be perfect. She has her days
But low & behold, she never forgets.
She always returns victorious."
"Now, with a vision as clear as the eagle's eye and a heart as full as the deepest sea, she emerges with a million testimonies for the world to hear."
"Don't let the ways of this world consume your thoughts.
You'll drive yourself equally insane."
And even after all you’ve done,
Despite your hateful intent to strip me of my being;
Name, language, heritage and rooted faith; my entire existence combined.
Every plague your government puts in place to end me;
To enslave me.
Physical & mental; both used for my demise.
For centuries, you’ve used me; tried to silence my cries, all for your twisted fantasies & profit.
Still, my voice arises.
You strapped generational curses to my family’s back;
the same ones I still struggle to break free.
It’s unreal, inhumane really.
But that’s always been your agenda.
Oh, trust me, I’m not as stupid as the stereotypes you’ve placed on me.
No worries. I don’t expect your apologies, sympathy nor empathy.
Nothing you do or say could heal my scars this country left behind.
Contrary to belief, I understand.
Wicked is you by nature.
Divide & conquer gives you pride.
Kidnapping me & mine from the Motherland we'll never truly know;
Teaching me how to hate myself from within.
Tearing the black family apart for us to rebuild with the pieces left behind.
My well-being was never your concern.
Your envy is real; for what I am and all that you’re not.
You can imitate, but duplicate? Never.
This authenticity can’t be bought.
Pure strength & regal grace runs through my veins.
Sorry, but not sorry.
And even still, despite all you’ve done & continue to do;
I still love it. What it is and what it means
- A poem by B. Reads