Through These Melaninated Eyes

Not Fit

My looks are not for your consumption

The way my hips are divinely contoured to my waist

Make no mistake baby I am not your commodity

I am not a joke to you

Many cut me with their words

Twisted lies

Even had friend whereas I had to severe those ties

I am not fit for your consumption

Not something like a sponge

In which you can soak up who I am in one day

You pay those to look like me

I am truly in this body who I was meant to be

Never having to pay someone

Then casting doubt

I choose to remain single

Until a man can get around his basic ass trying to reach clout

I am not fit to be complacent

I am not fit to have you touch my coils

Blessed and divine 4c hair

You may do as you wish

Spend money on whatever you choose

I am not fit for your consumption

You may not touch me

Disrespect me

I am not your mother

Never will I ever be

I am not fit for your consumption

Baby you will never be me

I have the confidence and divine strength of a thousand mothers from the moon to the stars

I AM NOT FIT FOR YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA TOXIC CONSUMPTION !