Blackish
I can't stand when people make assumptions based on the fact that I am a black woman. Hearing me express myself in laughter, as your ears adjust to the morning as you roll your eyes because you're not ready for that blackish today. Running me like a track as you go down the reasons as to why I am inadequate. Thinking that it must be that blackish. They're only good for having babies, ghetto, angry, and sluts. No I am no Mammy. But I do have the instinct to protect what's mine. To care for the innocent and respect those that came before me. And I know that being a mother is a blessing and a job built for those with the toughest skin. So if my melanin provides elasticity, then I am proud to be a warrior. And I feel bad that your own race didn't see that you were fit for the job. No I am not Sapphire. But if raising my voice will get my point across, then I'll be the arrow that shoots. Because I have the tendency to take up for those with no voice. ...