Does my tone offend you?
Calming as the sea but can rush you like the tidal waves
Does it speak for me, louder than my words ever could
Does it show my wants, needs, fear, accomplishments… me?
What do you think when you see it
I never saw such validation
I would’ve just thought it was my actions and experiences that molded me?
Is that how you judge me?
That shade of negra that’ll:
Defend if under attack
Quick to snap if disrespected
Do by any means necessary to get all the worlds’ pleasures and then some
For such luxuries, I’m far too lazy —
Should my auburn match the spiraled strands that extend from my head
Or should they be the natural kink that come straight from mother Africa
— meant to keep my head down and mouth shut
And wear rings that pierce my flesh
Will it prove my value, my place in the world
Tell me what job I deserve
The man who’s destined to be my husband and leader
Confine me to the “right” party — labeled a minority
Tell me I’m beautiful enough or too ugly to make it
My oily skin
My keloid skin
…the acne that spreads upon it
The fine layer that covers my chestnut woman
The clothes that canvas me that you can stereotype me
The music I allow my ears to partake in
…and the swaying of my hips to the rhythm of it
I can already guess your opinion of me
…but I’m too wavy to care
What you think you know, you have no idea
My heart and mind belong to the most high
My feet belong to the sand… dancing along the shore
And my hands belong to a pen and paper
…that’s the skin I wear always.