The Road Not (Taken) Erased By (A Black Woman)

The Road Not Taken Erased

By Robert Frost A Black Woman

Two roads diverged in blood, white, and blue wood.

We could not travel both.

We stood, melanin covered in eraser shavings.

We looked down both roads as far as we could.

We remember our work and carry our history.

We take the road chosen for us.

We float on the knowledge of short Februarys,

Trying to avoid being white washed by a man-made river.

Our lips drip of false pages that are potent with peace.

The flavor is recycled and tastes about the same.

This history tastes like cokes 

With a few drops of a rum full of rage and resilience.

Our pages aren’t blank yet our pens never had ink.

Our pain is painted with peace and deceit.

But peace and pain have never been the same shade. 

I shall be telling this the way my ancestors would.

We built these roads.

We were forced to take the one less traveled by.

Though the smell of our labor still lingers, 

We continue to use our history to make a difference.