she is dark,
misunderstood
and judged
she is short,
strong,
she has twisted thoughts
i know
it’s taken a lot
to show who she is
she carries
her fear
like a knife
hid within
her heart is gold
protected at night though she nay sleeps
til dusk for she knows
eyes are drawn to her power
so she keeps it under wraps
and grows it fast
she oils her scalp
like her ancestors did
wearing tradition with her plaits
