Glo Up.

Prologue.

According to the dictionary a glo up is when someone becomes really attractive after they hit puberty.

I heard once that beauty is self-confidence applied directly to the face.

But a black girl in America seems to have no place.

European beauty standards slow her glo up pace,

she lives with subliminals.

Causing her glo up to be more than just physical.

Chapter 1.

Teenage boy eyes strip and dehumanize.

Make property out of her prize, enabled robbery.

She's now a mockery of her own cries;

because she let a hot commodity between her thighs.

Stuffed and Pushed up bras, skin raw.

She can no longer disguise.

She's a black girl lost.

Chapter 2.

Staring at her reflection, assessing and addressing her flaws.

Reacquainting herself with this familiar stranger

It was so strange her,

skin is melanin, nose is oversized

fullness to her lips and lashes that senualize her eyes.

She am me. I is her.

Her face like incorrect grammar.

You can't touch her glamour. 

If MC is squared, she's double the hammer.

Chapter 3.

In the midst of her complexity, she can simply exist.

Raised black fist.

Skin sun-kissed.

Out of all the stars she can't be missed,

because she's the brightest one.

Her sacred trinity of divinity similar to none.

No father, no spirit

yet she still became the sun.

Epilogue.

I heard once that beauty is self-confidence applied directly to the face.

As black girls we must create our own place.

Move at our own pace.

Show your glow whether through smiles or poker face. 

Recognize that we were always radient enough.

It was always destined that we'd glo up.