Nature born

 society trained

Soul forsaken

Truth out of reach

And lies entrenched-

She came clicking into the world

In a low-budget hospital,

True grit-the ingrained esteem

That American prestige and honor demands-

under her yellow skin.

It’s unfortunate, a tragedy

That she came into this world

With a full-head of hair;

Soft and curly and brown-

Without kink but traces of blonde

Streaks; forbidding; a mark;

A future victim-

A formula prescribed,

China made with


The girl bloomed overnight;

Too fast, too early

As the plastic bag becomes empty.

Summer days of scratched knees

And asking Auntie Simone for an icy-

Were soon replaced with monitors;

Easily accessible and monstrous-

Screen to screen;
Flat-irons and keratin treatments,

Mocking dashikis and saris

Lily-white sneakers every year;

Bemoaning the black stains-

Uncle coughing up black,

Black, black, black

Promising not to smoke anymore-

Fingers crossed…

Curves and soft thighs,

She was an adult with a child’s mind.

“Cover up” they told her

But she loved the looks she received:

morena bonita they called her

But she wanted more;

An object she will become,

No longer interesting and unique,

A standard issue, a girl that we all know

But never love…

We leave that girl to the curb,

Left side on the sidewalk

With eyes that always search but

Never settle-

Ms. Butterworth body

But the mind of a Master’s wife-

They told the girl

She wasn’t black enough;

Black was bad, the murders

Spoke like this;

The rapist cursed like this;

The bandijos dressed like this-

So she learned Spanish

And wore another skin-

Big hooped earrings and

“Que paso” “Ya tú sabes”

Until she was no longer the

Baby with curly hair

Nor the beautiful girl

With an expressive smile and curves-


But that was the plan, right?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


Break the silence. End the violence.

Flash 365

"Oh! Take a shit, read a story" - My Mother on Flash Fiction

Free to express

thoughts, experiences, travel, feelings, stories, diaries and many more...

The Lonely Reader

Books, Short Stories, and Poetry

Writer To Writers

Creative Writing Ideas And Writing Prompts

The Wandering Broski

Travel Blog - Europe and the USA

Love Travelling

Travel diaries providing inspiration for fellow travellers


Welcome to my world that I created with my imagination & emotions

Rajiv Chopra

A Gypsy, Bismillah & Esmerelda The Spider Sit With Yama At The Vaitarna

School of Dreams

A school to show you that your dreams are real and teach you how to live them

A Poet's Pen

Before the story is forgotten, etch the words into a work of permanence.

J. A. Allen

Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins


"2 Thousand"


Mental Health & Black Womanhood

Glam Meets Girl

Irish Based Fashion & Beauty Blog

she's a seeker

It's never too late to seek.


There's no place like home.

%d bloggers like this: