I know when you see me,
you see a black girl.
I am more than a black girl.
I am more than my curls.
I am not loud,
nor boastful.
I am not the noisiest in the crowd.
In fact, I am tender.
I am soft,
full of life, and unagreesive.
I am not a statistic.
I am 20, not a mother, and have a higher education.
Let me be specific,
I have a higher education in the same educational system that has given you all of these stereotypes that pertain to my entire existence.
I am sorry that it has failed you.
I am sorry that it made you feel like you had one up on me.
My people have done the same, if not more than yours, and pulled through.
Yes, I can be professional.
Yes, I can do it without conforming to you.
I can be at my workplace and my behavior will be comendable.
I am proud of the skin I am in,
proud of my melanin.
I take pride in the hair I wear.
I love my type 4.
I stand up for my naturals everywhere.
Do not get it twisted.
I am strong and resilient.
You probably did not think I could be all of these things.
Well next time, do not judge me by my hair.
And don't touch it.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThese poems reflect my day-to-day journey of my earthly life. I discuss my mistakes, fears, joys, thankfulness, moments of peace, etc. Most of these poems are written to call out to or praise God. I decided to share them because we all fall short o...
