Black Woman

Your beauty should never be questioned. The sun cradles your face and can't seem to get enough of your luscious, short, curls. Hair that resembles so many wild and unruly things and yet is so fascinating The copper of the earth mingles with your feet and worships every step you take. Your body is specked with bronze and hands are covered in gold. There simply aren't enough words to explain how the term 'black woman' would define so many colours and curves. You are an art that lives and breathes, one that turns heads in your wake. But you don't realize this. And who can blame you? You just don't seem to be 'enough' Your hair isn't 'big' enough nor curly enough You aren't light enough but neither are you dark enough "You're too prim and proper, do you wish to be white?" "You're too loud and crazy, could you tone it down? We don't want people to think you're ratchet." No I'm not 'too' anything I Am a Black Woman and that is enough. My hair, or lack of, shouldn't make me less beautiful in your eyes. The shade of my skin tone doesn't make me any less of a black woman. My skin won't stop making a statement just because I'm not as dark or as light as everyone wants me to be. YOU are a Black Woman. Strong, bold and beautiful. You owe it to yourself to be who you are without any shame or judgement.