You don’t know me

​You don't know me,

But I’m the girl who always sits in the back corner during class.

You might think I am shy

But I sit back there so I can see everything

Not so everyone can’t see me

You don’t know me

You may think I am quiet

Or don’t have much to say

But I’m saving my voice so it will be loud when it matters

You don’t know me

You might think I am an innocent kid

But bitch I got 18 years under my belt, I know some shit and

You don’t know me

You may think I am a pushover

Because I am able to compromise

But if you think that is all I am

You don’t know me

You may think I am polite

Ha! Yeah, ok maybe sometimes

But you should see how I act when i’m at home

You don’t know me

You might think I’m a sweet

And in many ways I am

But when you say it in a condescending way I know

You don’t know me

You may think I am stubborn

You may think I am bossy

But that’s because you feel threatened

And you use these oppressive words against me

Against lots of women to put us down

To reinforce the stereotype

that women should be kind and docile

So, no, if you think that is what I am

Or what I should be

You don’t know me

 

I am confident

I am responsible

I am funny

I am sassy

I am insecure sometimes

I am loyal to a fault

I am nerdy, but you know, it a good way

I am a leader

I am a strong, independent woman

I am black and

I am proud

I am Nia

Nice to meet you

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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