sometimes i wish you'd see beyond the color of my eyes and the cloth wrapped around my head
i wish you would think of me as an individual put away my appearance and regard me as a person
my thoughts matter my ideas aren't all bad i have opinions and i choose to speak my mind if only you would listen to my words and try to comprehend what i'm saying rather than focusing on my accent and the way my lips curve when i speak
the cloth on my head does not rid me of ideas it does not limit my mental capabilities it does not lower my tolerance have a debate with me spark a conversation instead of complimenting my smile compliment my mind instead of assuming that my beliefs are enforced upon me ask me what i believe ask me what i value
tell me what you base your morals on question me give me counterarguments talk to me instead of staring at me and making biased assumptions already concluding who i am and where i come from before you've even said hello!
i am not just the color of my skin i am not just the size of my thighs i am not just the design of my clothes i am not just the price of my purse i am not just the pattern of my headscarf i am not just the length of my nails i am not just a body
i am a mind i am a heart i am a soul
i am my theories i am my thoughts i am my perceptions i am my opinions i am my viewpoints i am my objectives i am my purpose i am my outlooks i am my intentions i am my reasons i am my perspectives i am my choices i am my principles i am my ideologies
i am a thinking, feeling, living, stimulated, motivated, inspired being
i've got a world inside of me take a look see before you choose to pass judgment on me.
growing up as a female in a male dominated society, arguably a male dominated world, it's not always easy to be taken seriously. your ideas disregarded, and passion dismissed as "overly emotional". i crave stimulating conversations, & feel as if my physique comes before my psyche. and to me, that is painful. so as always, i chose to write about the hurt.