Edges Laid, imperious shade, conformity slayed
I stand with my smile-stiletto sharper than the edge of a knife
Not your mommy or your daddy but I'm still giving you life
I need no weapon other than the side-ways glance of my eye to win this war because my very existence is an act of resistance
If you happen to be unaware we're in college so I can provide you with knowledge
if you want me to read I am more than ready to proceed
Let me start with an unadulterated autobiography an honest histography
I am queer and here whether you get used to it or not
I am black as the beauty and wonder you feel when you see the spaces between the stars
I am Sister, Sis as in supporting all women not Cis as in only the ones assigned that label at birth
I am goddess because, if I am in your life you can consider yourself blessed
I hold not the world but the galaxy in my raised fist
Slipping softly into rage, reaching rawly for serenity,
I float weightless through the void of the mainstream.
Lips black like the skin of the enslaved people I am proud to call my ancestors
Skin the brown of fertile soil in concrete jungles
Hair rising up in cosmic defiance of gravity
Silvery stretch marks marking proof of the truth that
Sometimes even my own skin has trouble containing my greatness
I am not easily erasable
I am not readily replaceable
I am not even confidant.
I'm just comfortable.
And I'm sorry not sorry if it comes off as cocky but
I woke up fed up cause ya'll got me fucked up
With this unachievable unhealthy unrealistic materialistic
Misogynistic Man made masturbatory
Mechanism of corrupted control called "Beauty"
To which I am expected to conform
And embrace as the predestined pinnacle of a physical norm
But fuck that
Because how could you look at me and not see beauty
Your standards ain't shit
I am done with systems that profit off of my purging, find happiness in my hunger and pleasure in my pain, are content when I'm cutting, satisfied only when my disgust with my mirror grows so great I either acquiesce and assimilate
Or destroy myself trying
To achieve what society calls beauty and I call systematic self hate
I refuse to strive for standards that say all I have to do is be everything but who I am.
Because I am
Beautiful to me.
End of story.