Please Stop Telling Me You’re Sorry For My Black Woman Pain

We Don’t Need To Dance This Dance.

She slid into my DMs with an apology in her mouth. A friend of a friend from university, she had read a poem of mine and cried for the first time in years. I’m sorry this is happening. I responded like I always do. Thank you for reading and empathizing. , but I wondered if she really hadn’t cried for…