Angry Black Women Poem By L. Aaron As much as I hate to say it and add fuel to the flames that singes away at the souls of a race of beautiful women. I must confess that I am an angry black woman. She and I are one in the same and yet one of many. I accept this title with acknowledgement and realization that it does not define me and the essence of my being. It is not the single most relevant characteristic of who I am as a woman of African decent. It is however an identifying emotion of my lif …