Underneath the Surface

Dazed and aloof, I twirled a strand attempting to appear like I had an ounce of care Until I realized how much I despised having to pry my hand from this nappy, untamed hair Is it wrong that I just hate so many of my parts Especially when the light parts of my body are suddenly dark I'm talking about these circles! And what about that nose I'm sure she must be Jewish or some type of mulatto, or maybe one of those arabians Hello! It doesn't take a magic carpet and a genie to tell from where these mac truck hips came But I always seem to wonder why my lip shapes aren't the same Now am I taking it out of proportion cause my lips are disproportioned? Or because whenever I walk through a door I have a sudden reaction To realign my jaw because it's so wide That I think it just might be a retraction from trying to leave this room because I swear If I see another person looking at my slanted forehead I might bump heads So that maybe somewhere along the way It bruises in various purples and reds IAnd finally distracts people from looking at my grouchy ass Frida Kahlo eyebrows Which is why I try not to raise them at your comments Cause if I did I'd probably shave them like the way They shave my entire existence down to a dull point in the mind I wish people could walk through the massive bridge of my nose only to find That between these hazel pair of eyes there was a brain And behind that brain was a beautiful tunnel where my memories rode on the train Of self consciousness and thought And I too could ride away with these Flaws, and tangles, and intangible knots To a place where I felt accepted not because anyone matched The olive shade of my skin or the texture of my roots But because I could walk blissfully Knowing the truth was not that someone found them ugly, fat, or maybe just a little strange It was because for just once, we didn't have to change.