Power To She

My

My skin color is my pride

The way I walk is my confidence

The way I dress is how I express myself

My hair is how I connect with my ancestors

It maybe short but it'd part of my beauty

Trying every style that I like because freedom of expression is my cup of tea

It maybe long and I like it able to try all the styles but ending up with a puff

There call it ghetto when I try different hair colors whether it be braids, wigs or weaves

Judgement comes along with my hair and opportunities are lost

But to a different race different her color is embraced

It is called change for the better

And sometimes is called a "glow up"

But because of my colour it is called "doing too much "

My natural curls and coils guide my face to showcase it's unique shape followed by a wide nose that is sunned by the beauty standard community

Who are there to tell me what beauty is

When I am the epitome of beauty

My lips are sculptured to perfection to curve out the words that I speak

My words hold weight to my soul meant to pass a message to those willing to listen

My manner of speaking showcases where I came from and my culture

My way of speaking is too ghetto for them

My way of speaking is too much for them

My way of speaking is too barbaric for them

My way of speaking is too fake for them

And sometimes my way of speaking is too American for then

My way of speaking is charismatic

My way of speaking is respectful

My way of speaking is sarcasm

My way of speaking is nothing but perfect in my eyes

I could go on about all my flaws that make me

Loving myself was accepting who I was

Loving me took acceptance and realization

And the I'm glad I did

To every black girl out there you are beautiful 🤗♥️