Boy if you don't

 

Boy if you don't get your my momma got me from pet co I trip over my own overbite edge up 

It goes all around the world and my Friends they can play finger football on my bottom lip looking behind out of my face how Darian you mock the african queens you heir melanin with strength and a skylight beauty coursing through it 

and prices of pigment you will hang from supposedly wear proudly but would you call your mother the biligerence you girl toward me

No.and by the way my name is amira not africa but I can see how easily you would get greatness confused....

all things I wish I would say but never do I've often been taught to bite my tounge to because if you get me on a bad day then the mighty fist you sport won't mean a thing when this mouth opens never able to decifer when things must be said so I let them talk

Because I've been taught to bite my younger to keep words hidden in the back of my bthroat no matter how.much air it seem.to blocking that act like I don't know my skin is blacker than licorice that must be why there words bite hair thick with tight curls coils and kinks but watch them call that nappy in a second lips bright as red poppy's when the sunlight kisses dawn but watch them say I left my lipstick on to long to bad I don't where make up but hey I can't  consider my self a poet if my truth and scripture don't sometime fall on deaf ears but why must Every syllable uttered sound like shattering glass the words last and are ever engraved on my heart but I cant remember what my mom told.me this morning so funny how quickly we will forget to remember things that a are suppose to run a sacred thread through us why mock the girl darker Than a moonless dusk and expect her to laugh with you as if it funny as if she is not trying to doge the bullets you have aimed at her heart

Why Stay stuck on stupid to blind to realized when the nigh time holds her captive she will wishing you saw her in the darkness saw her through the darkness  why say stuck on stupid when one she will grow up thinking I will grow thinking us ravens and black panther are cursed in this skin and you will grow up thinking that back this black this dark of a tone is not beauty that is a mistake it was never meant to happen But why would I want to hender you from seeing radiant beauty in such a bleak world see these situations co.e ot in none s benediction but this is what happens when I bite my tounge 

 

 

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