Clearly, I am a woman.
I smell of honey and oats.
I am curly hair laced with laughter.
I am a little black dress.
I am curvy,
Legs thick as a tree trunk.
Skin of the earth.
When they fear my heritage
I chuckle at their ignorance.
I am active brain.
I am lips of language.
My mother’s tongue spiced with sass.
I am mother natures song.
Radiating melanin at the cheekbones.
I taste of Sunday soul food.
I smile like them but for different reasons.
I shout like them but,
Clearly, you will never understand what it means
To be an angry black woman.
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 8:57 AM UTC
Clearly, I am a woman.
I smell of honey and oats.
I am curly hair laced with laughter.
I am a little black dress.
I am curvy,
Legs thick as a tree trunk.
Skin of the earth.
When they fear my heritage
I chuckle at their ignorance.
I am active brain.
I am lips of language.
My mother’s tongue spiced with sass.
I am mother natures song.
Radiating melanin at the cheekbones.
I taste of Sunday soul food.
I smile like them but for different reasons.
I shout like them but,
Clearly, you will never understand what it means
To be an angry black woman.
