A compilation of the thoughts that surround us.
Thought part 1:
Their words settled into my skin to form an
identity as permanent as my pigmentation
Because of them…
My fears seem so little
I know I will make it.
Thought part 2:
A message from my locs
“I am not an embarrassment nor a statement. I am protection from a world prone to weathering curls.” – locs
Thought Part 3:
If anyone could hear me
Would they glare at my truth?
Laugh at me?
Make up names?
Like school children unknowingly tying a noose
Would I excel above judgment or entertain expectations?
Would they take advantage of self-doubt to commodify my aspirations?
What if’s are free labor and I will not submit
to the pressures that colonize my mind
and beg me to quit.