I am

   I am more than a number

I am more than a pair of tits and a nice ass
I am more than a victim a label I've tried desperately to pull off since I was pressed face down broken and bruised against the table
I am more than just an object for admiration
I am more than mocha colored skin, big brown eyes and curves.
I am a human although I came to the realization at a young age that most men don't see me for my personality,  cleverness, my wit and my charm.
they see a light skin girl, curves and curly hair

They see a slab of meat ready to be cooked up and devoured. Theirs for the taken, seasoned just how they like it
"I can't stop thinking about your body filling my hands"
telling me the only way for you to feel powerful is to make me feel weak
I look better with your hands in my hair as you shove me down before you on my knees.
A girl who doesn't talk too much is a girl who can please
A girl who does as she is told is a true woman..a woman worth calling wife

And these are just the things I heard before I even turned 13
but then they say
pretty girls like you shouldn't be sad
Why are you like this? Is it because of dad?
Man why does every black woman gotta be so mad
And because I was young and oppression was shoved so deep in my throat I could not form the words to scream
I AM A HUMAN BEING
I am more than something  to be used when most convenient for you.
I am more than just a body for you to plant your seed, that you intend to leave the moment you realize the flowers will bloom one day

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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