Natural

Fri, 08/07/2015 - 22:20 -- amira1

Natural

 

Not kin on being myself

I felt destructive

I hide myself from the truth

I couldn’t face

My reflection

Bounced from

Mirror

To

Mirror

 

The voices in my head

Protested…

Protested  

To feelings

I kept for years

I felt a strong urge to

Vomit

I was as weak as a branch

 

Now

 

I am what people claim

They might want to be

Black and bold

I hold onto a status in life

That most don’t want to claim

Naturally

I am black

 

My hair does not hang down my back

Instead

It clings close to my head.

Protects me for sun razes and

Announces my rebellion

Not simple in complexion

 

My color causes attention

I am a gazelle in a lion’s dean

Scared

Who would choose to be me?

 

After a while I

Found it to be awesome

No tears was shed

The fear of appearing weak

Grew dim

Right now

I am

Naturally me

 

I walk as if I’m dancing to my own beat

My head tilts a little higher

As it touches the sky

My steps are steadier

Not one step misses a beat

I am

Fully aware of my surroundings

 

The voices in my head calms me

It teaches me to be

Confident

Courageous

And…

Nice

Acceptance comes a little easier for

Being

Naturally me

 

 


 

This poem is about: 
Me

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