Sometimes I stare at myself in the mirror
I’m short, thick, and a little funny looking at times.
But, then when others see me
I’m the wolf.
I am the predator.
Those who don’t know me fear me.
They think that I am frightening, loud, and mean
That all I produce is pain and suffering and should be exterminated
But sometimes I lie awake at night and think.. why should I be terminated before my start?
How can I be evil and bare no good just because I come from a hood the ghetto.
I come from a pack but of whom? The others I once knew now lack
Fazed by darkness you cannot see my beautiful brown skin
Through this thick suffocating fur of negativity my innocence seems nonexistent
How can I be born so different?
Once upon a time.. Oh so long ago
My smile was beautiful.
My hair waved out like flowing fans.
I was loved and beautiful
A timeless queen
My love gentle and ever so more seen
I was human
A god fearing woman perceived
I am human
Trapped in a nightmare no man would believe.
My fairytale has died and I wonder how it could become so cold.
Why must I die if my story will never be told?
Can I take off this costume I’ve been forced to wear for so long?
This filter be unfiltered so I can go somewhere I do belong.