My hair is of curly, thick, short and defined texture.
It is not to be objectified by the touch changes, and stares of the likes of you.
I do not look like what is average.
My skin is smooth as coco butter and rich by the melanin ancestry from the motherland.
My body is not meant to be like instagram models or everyday Victoria Secrets Fashionistas.
I am not my hair, my skin, or my figure.
I am not your expectations
I dealt with back and forth eating less or more from it.
I used certain words and ideas that did not fit my everyday wear.
You can no longer take away my beauty because you hate the idea of yourself.
I am who I am because of the defined time from the most high has created.
Stop putting these one idealistic standards of who can be let in.
I bend all rules because it will never apply to mine.
