I am me
When you look at me what do you see
What do you think
Do you see my darker skin
And think she’s dumb or commits a great deal of sin
Do you see my kinky, coily hair
And think it’s nappy and it makes me unprofessional
But in naturality, it holds my strength
So you turn the blind eye to me and turn me down for the job
Or
Do you see beyond my eyes
And see my wide smile that hides so much pain
Pain that is the source of my strength
Stronger than your best candidate
Yet you still pass me up, cross my name off the list
I’ve been through hard times and maybe you can tell from my appearance
But I am not my skin or my hair
I am powerful, strong, and passionate
Yet you don’t see that
Cause all you see is what you want to see
And that’s my imperfections, my shortcomings
You see my abnormalities
And call me a minority
I am a minority
But I am not my skin color
Dont get me wrong, I love my skin
Its beauty surpasses many things
But I am more than that
So get to know me
Take away the stereotypes and you’ll realize that I’m not what you thought
I am me