This poem was inspired by the story of the strong black woman. I am she. So is my mother, my grandmother, my sisters, my cousins, my friends, my mentors, my inspirations, and maybe so are you. All strong black women. But sometimes being strong is exhausting and all you want to do is give up. Our strength is seen and admired, but where can we rest? This is poem is to say sis, I see you. These are your flowers. You deserve to rest. Don’t let them suck you dry. So, let these words pour into you like the good Lord intended.