I grew up in the south where every season feels like summer
Where we swam to escape the heat
And when I emerged from the water, drops running down my hot pink bikini clad body
The sun making my chocolate skin glisten like rubies pulsed under my skin
Eyes turned towards me
And the whispers start
Sure she's pretty for a black girl
Her stomach is flat but you can still see the flab
Where's her butt?
Her legs are long, no wonder she looks like a slut
Living in the south is hard
Especially for a black girl
Everybody seems to comment on you wherever you go
Especially in the summer....but the summer is every season
I may not like it
But i'll always be a southern girl
Whether I want to or not
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
PoesíaAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.
