Sometimes I wish the Black would
Rub right off my skin. I wish that my kinky
hair would lay flat on my head like an
obedient child, that the world would accept me.
Those days I hide in too big clothes that
Hide the folds of my body, wrap my hair
Under hoods as I am unable to find the
Strength to look anyone in the eye. I cannot
live like this. I know that now. And yet
I find myself apologizing for being me,
Squeezing my essence into a box that was
Never built for me just so others around me have
More room. I find myself longing to be larger than
Life while not knowing how to ask for that space.
Is it a lost cause? Am I?