Social Acceptance of A Black Girl

He Fights My Insecurities.

My soul.
My mind.
My strength.
Whether less or whether more.
No matter how much of me there is to offer...
It's never enough.

My compassion.
My drive.
My posture.
And my stride.
Whether I'm growing or complete.
No matter how much of me I hold on to.
It always fades.

My words.
My kiss.
My skin.
And my hips.
My ideology that I can give you all of this.
No matter how many times I give my body to you.
I'm always worth shit.

So I ignore...
Your prayers.
Your words.
Your rejection.
And your kiss.
Your notions that I am worth more than a nights bliss.

I ignore...
Your stride.
Your posture.
Your compassion.
Your drive.
How you hold yourself together in order to change my life.

I ignore...
Your mind.
Your body.
Your soul.
And your strength.
How you give me your all.
Until you have nothing left.

But I can't ignore....
Your aches.
Your scars.
Your pains.
Your tears.
How you polish your amour each day.
To go to war with my insecurities.