She is just a child of twenty
Exploring herself and her world
She should not be chastened
For expressing her sexuality
The grown, married man on stage
Miming smacking her ass
That is a different story
His wife should be ashamed
She should divorce him
She is just a child of twenty
Realizing her potential
So what if she wears gold grills
And takes “selfies” with middle fingers up
Appropriating culture is her right
As black bodies with teddy bear heads
Dance behind her we must recognize
Those women could have said no
It is their fault they were objectified
She is just a child of twenty
Discovering juxtaposition
Between barren industrial lands
And bared breasts and bottom
Swinging on metallic pendulum
The grown men who give her advice
It is for them to feel humiliation
For telling her what to do
They should be fired or castrated
She is just a child of twenty
Unsure of how to break the chains
Of her Disney channel image
Dancing on poles and
Redefining blackness give her
The ability to escape the
Oppression of society
It is we who should be ashamed
Society should stop holding her down
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Who I Am
PoetryCollection of poems that speak to the human experience. Love, heartache, bullying, writing, find the record of the event here! Embrace what you know, leave preconceived notions at the door and unwind with Who I Am.
