I Am Black, Just Black

I am black.

My hair is nappy, and my toes are long.

I am black.

I love fried chicken, and rap music.

I am black.

I can’t stand country music, and I’m not afraid to walk outside with no shoes on.

I am black.

Not Jamaican nor Haitian

Just black.

I have locs not dreads, don’t correct me and my black self

Just black.

My momma had me at 19. Don’t judge her she’s my superwoman

Just black.

Don’t count my flaws, I can’t stand wearing bonnets.

Just black.

I don’t eat watermelon, or bacon, or cotton candy.

But didn’t you say you were black?

Yes, I am black, I am also human.

I like what I like and don't try to correct me on what I don't.

I am my own queen, GODDESS of my room of many colors.

“You’re pretty... for a black girl.”

Thank You. White People.

“How do you wash your hair?”

I dedicate a whole day to it, white woman.

“You’re gross, why don’t you wash your hair everyday?”

White Person, I can’t my hair is not yours, we are two different people.

I am black.

Just black.

Don’t call me out of my name.

Don’t call me out of my race.

Don’t use the commonly used racial slur around me.

I am black.

Just black.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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