i am resilient and beautiful i wonder why my peers are all so twisted i hear the irrelevant chatter around me i see shallow minds and cold hearts i want to reach out. i want change. i am resilient and beautiful i pretend to be confident and sane i feel as though i’m broken i touch those i love, yet they are slipping away
i worry that i’m lost, confused, stranded i cry for attention and stability i am resilient and beautiful i understand that the water can be rough i say that diamonds only come from under pressure
i dream of an unknown happiness i try to show strength and perseverance i hope to find what i’ve been longing for i am jenna leanne.
I've learned to love my black face to stand in adversity and embrace all the god-perfected beauty that he has placed on this resilient black face
resilient able to recoil or spring back into shape after bending, stretching and being compressed
resilient the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties the very definition of black and its beauty
the definition of 300 hundred years of slavery and then modern complicity to be black proud and beautiful openly
to live in a world where European features are aspired to and to be black is frowned upon so if you have any black then you’re shunned
But we all know the stars couldn’t shine without the black space allowing them
Any giving moment our black greatness could swallow them
And funny thing is the same black face you call a disgrace only to turn around and try to obtain the very thing you shunned
so why is it that my curly hair is detrimental to society and my full lips cause controversy and my ****** curves taking as trends and stolen from me
told that white is what is to be and white model thin is in while you praise poseurs for their artificial curves and fake tanned skin
yet through all the racial sin that dates back to 1910 when the KKK became known for lynching black men still then we are able to stand in a crowd of hate and discrimination the years of toil being perceived as an abomination and still love our skin
still rock our curly hair and color our full lips still embrace our curvy hips and embrace our “ghetto names” and our ghetto trends proud of it proud of my face yes I'm proud of my skin because to be black is to be beautifully resilient
Let me just say if this poem comes off aggressive, or hateful that's not my intentions every race is beautiful I truly believe that. I just wanted to state the thing that makes the black race beautiful and in MY opinion, that is because after all the unfortunate things that happened they are still able to be remarkable human beings and I think that is beautiful and resilient.