This is my hair.
This is my soul.
Can you see the difference?

My skin colour does not define me,
nor does my hair.
Whether it is in braids
or in its natural state.

But really, what is a soul?
Is it a door that has yet
to be unlocked?
A bird still learning to fly?
If so,
I am still awaiting my freedom.

Listen to my words.
Look at my face.
At first glance,
would you ever assume that I was capable
of eloquent speech?
Would you be surprised
if I named to you all the books I've read?

It's only human instinct to judge.
Understand that what you see on
T.V shouldn't be your reality.
Accept that stereotypes for any race,
gender or ethnicity aren't necessarily true.
Recognize that none of your
hateful words will steal my happiness.

This is my hair.
This is my soul.
I am a human being, slowly being made whole.