Poetry:My blackness defines me

When I awake to wash my face. I look into the mirror to see a smile. staring at my inner child she is funny,smart and pretty has that active energy but I also see a color of brown black, beautiful and I am proud she is my reflection I thought I lost years ago who I never thought I’d know i thought that my black wasnt enough they talked about me and made up names to bring me down but didn’t I know that my blackness is all around as a woman I am more confident that my blackness has a history,my blackness could not go to school with whites because back then we had no equal rights we could not sit in the front of the bus only in the back me be a slave to you never that yes I’m skinny and short and I dont mind if you call me a dork I am that woman who stands to make a change though you rather talk about me how I’m strange what so precious time to waste when my blackness is who I am and you running your mouth dont bother me in this case I have music in my voice and I have rhythm in my walk I have sweetness in my talk black is me and I am black they judge me by my hair just because it is not nappy or dreaded so that makes them look pathetic black is not ghetto it is confident and bright a beauty of magnificent light all over blacks are different colors and shades we come in different sizes and we all have a gift to share with the world the history we share through out the state which we should learn to appreciate slavery is nomore because of our leaders they help us become the great defeaters i am proud to say I am African American and going to keep fighting again and again my blackness defines me wherever I go I have so much to show I see a woman with a story to tell she is eager to share the tale she dont act black but that’s how it’s going to be my blackness defines me