Do I Have Your Attention Now?
Hey, this is me, two hundred plus pounds of hefty.
A big girl in a big world
But in a big world that's just fit to accomodate the small
If you're cute and curvy, you have it all
That's become the trend
But how is that the very skin they told me to be happy in
Is looked at like a sin?
They told me it's albout what's within
but the kids at school don't see it that way
they see lumps and rolls as far as the eye can see
So much so that I was convinced that being bullied was my destiny
So I stand in the mirror and stare
Wishing I had smaller thighs and longer hair
Would I have your attention then?
Hey, this is me. a young adult battling depression and anxiety
A person so beat down and battered
But what if I wasn't so broken and shattered
To a point where getting out of bed was a chore and nothing even mattered
Would I smile a little bit brighter?
Would I be a little bit stronger?
Would I never always wonder why everything I did was wrong or
Would I have been more able to care
About the way I look or the clothes I wear?
Would I have your attention then?
Hey, this is me. An African American woman watching this country in uncertainty
Why is that in 2018
There are still so many injustices that we've seen
Why is it that now being brown is more like a curse
Or even worse
A target for ridicule and violence?
If we were pale skinned, blonde haired and blue eyed
We could walk around with the same sense of American Pride
But why on God's green earth would I fix my mouth
to defend a country without a shadow of doubt
who could care less if my brown brothers and sisters died?
If I sat back and watched, and kept my mouth closed,
and posed and pretended to be the "good little black girl"
Would I have your attention then?
Hey, this is me. A woman who struggles, is black and hefty.
I will not be defined by my outer shell
I will not be defined by the temporary state of my mental health
I will not be defined by the color of my skin
But I would much rather be defined by what's within
I AM NOT the size of pants I wear
I AM NOT the way I choose to wear my hair
But I am human being, just the same
With hobbies, and passions, and a unique name
I am Trealiney Finess'e, I will say it loud and proud
My last question is this: Do I Have Your Attention Now?
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