laundry day

Thu, 09/25/2014 - 11:06 -- jirasol

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this sound:
       faint
                               machine-
                               washable
t      b    w
 u      l      e  
   m     e     e
                    d
                      s
                             of cotton.

ice cubes
t
 a
   p
     p
       i
        n
          g
against
clear glass;
the battle for
space in
a pool of
orange juice
on a Saturday
morning.

                             morning
                          like the sun
                                       that blasts the desert
                                                       i stand on 

deeply 
on hot sand

                 as tan as the color of my skin
                                                         skin like dirt
                                                                        dirt like dust
                                                                                      dust like grains of sand,
             and what is more relaxing than that?

brown,
     sun-kissed
          glowing 
                 skin
the one i once let myself believe
deemed unworthy of presence
before a mirror

but beauty
is more
complicated
than that
and i've known
this for 
                                  far
                                  too
                                  long.

longer than
                            liposuction and thigh gaps
longer than
                           collarbones and stretchmarks
longer than
                          lightening creams and photoshop
longer than
                             mind 
                              and 
                             body 
                   itself.

but 
i 
digress...

                                                       my 
                                                     body:
                                                                indeed a temple
                                                                      filled
                                                      with wisdom
                                                    like the s          
                                                                   c   
                                                                     a   r   s
                                                       and 
                                                                m   a   r  k  s
                                                                                    adorned

 

                                                        my 
                                                       mind:
                                                                             learning
                                                       still                yearning                                                                                                                                         breaking old habits

s   l
       o   w
               l   y 
realizing:
                             
i do this for no one
                            none other than myself

i do this for  family
                  their skin
                                     as 
brown
                                    and proud
                                       as mine
       including those
          that still
     yet need to realize

not every cloth
in the basket
requires to be bleached.

keep the colors
intact
of your skin
for your skin is beautiful
your skin is rich
                is pure
                is color
with perfection, not tamper
                    pick up the hamper
                    and hang those thoughts out to dry

Comments

Stormie Shadle

I really enjoyed this. I love how you were artistic with how your words were on the paper. The way it would slant down in ways, was amazing. I never seen anyone do that. Its different. I believe beauty is the most misunderstood word. I explain it in my poem "Beauty the most misunderstood word" I firmly belive you are beautiful in everyway you are, no matter your skin color, eye color, race, gender, etc. We are all beutiful in our own way. very well done with this poem.

thatonegirlnamedrenae

I love the esscence this poem capture, it's stunning. 

giftedlikeyou

Amazing!

 

AceyAddams

This is beautiful. Great job. 

Aubree L.

This is a wonderful and truly inspiring poem. It really reminded me of Maya Angelou's work in a way. You have a bright future in poetry, keep up fantastic work. <3 :)

TenaGordon

Beautiful! I wish more young girls (and guys) watched this. Such a powerful message so many darker-toned people miss out on. ALSO, the serenity of the video setting perfectly matched your inflection and message. Keep on loving yourself!

simonesays.

This is beatiful.  At first I didnt follow but as i continued to read i understood. This is beautiful

savigirl14

THis is really cool I love the way you typed it

ogm271

The essences of the poem was to relay the actions of laundry being hung out to dry. So wonderful!