They look at my kinks, coils, and curls

and wonder how I manage to tame them.

I tell them, “Its a part of who I am.”

They stare at my sun kissed skin

and wonder why I am not a shade lighter.

I tell them, “Its a a part of who I am.”

They imagine having my big, bold lips

and gaze at the way they move when I speak.

I tell them, “Its a part of who I am.”

My wide hips and voluptous thighs,

Rough hands and big, puffy eyes.
This is all a part of who… I… am.