Crucify me on the cross of language
Encaged within the five senses
Perceive stereotypes unfold as
eyes flick to minimal shirts
Long colored skirts billow from a bicycle
My hair is long; white girl style
Toned tan skin suggests I’m wild
Make-up-less eyes appear natural
But only look up for booty call
And yet I am not just a body.
Barefoot feet streak past the finish
Academic marathon shall be diminished
Grow my own food into a masterpiece
Stay up late teaching my sister to read
I wrap my hair around my fingers
Rip from the seams, punishment lingers
Eye vs. eye debatical
Drop gaze I, should do what I’m told
Exhale my soul through a pen
Erase, tear, begin again
Crying hard wishing someone would fix me
Release me, victim to expectation
Struggling to be my own hero
My mind holds the reins, chains me at zero.
Redemption is my conscious breath
Permission for my mind to rest
Illuminate standards that aren’t my own
Check my motives, center down.
Air from my lips mingles with the world
I am all I can perceive, in the form of a girl
I am that little voice inside
Who knows everything will be alright.