Self love

Fri, 10/21/2016 - 08:25 -- lincya

Location

48060
United States
42° 58' 30.6732" N, 82° 27' 52.002" W

Growing up with a challenge like no other.
Too "white" to be black they told me.
My articulation gave them room for discrimination.
I wasn't too "ghetto" enough for their liking
Didn't give them any room for stricking me down.
You're not like the other "black girls" they told.
Was that suppose to be a prize, a trophy of your approval?
Being a "black girl" shouldn't be defined by the way I talk or the way I carry myself.
Being a "black girl" isn't something I should try to slip out of when it's convenient for you.
My black magic shouldn't be limited because your shameless ignorance.
The color of my skin radiates in the light.
It provides me with confidence because I know who I am.
I'm not too "white" to be black
Or not "ghetto" enough to be black.
I am me and that's the only person I want to be.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

2ampoetry

That was great. Read my "The blacker the berry the sweeter the love" poem and tell me what? tyou think

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