I wake up to a sea of white.
Is this what society is preparing me for?
Being marginalized as "that black girl".
I expected more.
Perhaps my standards were too high,
My expectactions too outlandish.
Little did I know, it was a rarity to have hair that doesn'y fall in perfect straightness down my back.
I sincerely apologize for your confusion on my race.
I'm not a mad black woman. I'm not a sterotype.
I'm not what society paints me to be.
Instead, I am flawless.
I am who I want to be, when I want to be it.
I will not be labeled, or contained.
I am flawless.