Like Me

Dear brown girl,

 

They don’t know why

You are dripping in melanin

And honey and cocoa butter.

They don’t know that

You are made out of brown sugar and gold

Crafted by the gods to absolute perfection.

 

They don’t understand how

Your hair defies all laws of gravity

And curls and coils into the most glorious mess.

They can’t believe that

Even the most celestial angels

Watch you in awe, amazed at your immaculate creation.

 

It may take you a while

But one day you will realize

That you are magic

Not made for everyone to understand.

They will all question.

And, that is okay.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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