Deep
Why can’t you see me for exactly who I am?
not a sexualized being but
an artist
with expression that runs
deeper than lust,
not as simply a black girl
but a woman
rich with history
with soul
a spiritual being
versed in the grace of God
an evolutionist, one that doesn’t just
play the rules of society
but changes it.
I am beyond sight,
the walls of the mind,
the barrier of language.
I am deep.
Deeper than oil wells
pumping rich gold.
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