I am that girl in the corner
That brown girl with the wicked frizzy hair
And dirty glasses
And the sarcastic sense of humor
With the small voice
And the even smaller nose
Who looks like she’s coming undone
But maybe that’s because I don’t drink milk like I’m supposed to
I am the one with the shaky hands and steady heartbeat
The one words can't describe, not because I cannot fix my mouth to speak,
But because the words just dont exist to roll so sweetly off my tongue
The “calm, cool and oh so collected” friend who's always around
I am auntie, sister, friend, and girlfriend
I am necessary. I am heard.
I am the offerer and rarely the taker
Made of honey and coconut
I am inflection, and intellect
I am she whoshares the night sky with the moon
And has the sun’s shimmer is reflected in the melanin in my skin
I am not lesser than, never have been, never will be.
I am hindsight and insight.
I need only be asked.