Growing up black

Society, society, society learn to love me. 

I look in the mirror  and I hear that little voice screaming at me.  The flaws that made me unique are now named freaks. I decide to fix them.

They Pop out at me. My cornrows, which I thought showed my culture get me the name, Spiderhead. I add beads for some color, but it doesn't make anything better. my curly hair I pull out a straightener. I hear the sizzle as my hair becomes something that feels unnatural to me.straight. my lips which I thought was cute and small is now being called Insignificant.