Lil white boys
I am talking.
For once, I am taking up space
What are you, scared?
What is it about me that offends you so deeply?
Is it the thickness of my lips?
Or the fact that I am not afraid of the sun.
Is it that I love my body?
The rolls of my well-fed stomach
Or the fact that I don’t have a fat ass as you suspected?
Is it that your father warned you about girls like me?
That I would trap you with my body
That I am a welfare queen
That I am ghetto
“Don’t mess with those girls”
He said to you
Is it that I’m fat?
Don’t worry, you can say it
Or is it because you’re too afraid to have a conversation with me?
You see women as objects
Prizes to be won
Toys to be played with
Your biggest fear is a woman with a personality
Cause then you can’t ignore that she’s human
Maybe it’s not your fault
Maybe you’ve been spoonfed images of the White American Beauty
As have I
Maybe you think a girl is only beautiful with a gap in her thighs and her mouth shut
We both watched Disney Channel after all
Try harder, Lil white boy
I mean it’s not that hard.
But no, you’d fuck Beyonce and not Lupita
Why is that I wonder?
We want to be loved too
Even if only for a few fleeting moments of high school
I am not the angry girl
You probably think I am
Lil black boys
Though you are not currently present,
I write this poem for you too
You are not exempt from my anger
Or my frustration
Or my disappointment
Who the fuck raised you?
Your black mamas
Your black sisters
Your black grandmamas
Nourished in a black womb
Fed from the breast of a black woman
Hair cut and braided by the black hands of your mother
You call us “Roach”
You say “I don’t fuck with black girls”
It’s just a preference
Nothing wrong with a preference, right?
Is it your black fathers who taught you this?
The ones who left you
That a black woman’s only purpose is to reproduce
But not be loved
Who is left for me then?
Who is supposed to love me
To want me?
Who will tell me they love my black skin?
My kinky hair
My big lips
Who will tell me that I am beautiful
That I am smart
That my eyes are like honey
And my skin shines like the sun
That I am not worthless
So I guess I will tell myself