afro
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My Afro
Stems from
Kings and Queens
With
Unruly curls
Just like
Me.
It’s not perfect
Just because I am a darker skin color
I am not ghetto
I am not out of what's "acceptable"
I am not white washed
I am more intelligent than you think
Just because I am nonexistent in your household
It took a bug flying into my hair
To make me realize.
A little beetle,
Brown,
And scared,
As I frantically untangles it from my mane.
I buzzed way,
Barely escaping suffocation
someone once told me that I matteruntil I multiply myself times the speed of lightthen I am energywhen I merge with he who mattersit becomes synergyit becomes clear to methat words mean nothing
i sat in my imagination
recreated music videos
imagined my skin bleached
by the lights
as the music made my hair
feel long,
My afro well equiped with a pick with the black fist at the tip
Every individual follicle leads a captivating trip
Throgh the conformity of society indiduality persists with
