When You See Me

I found out my skin can speak. It speaks for me before I can process a thought. I realized that my skin is louder than I could ever be. My skin will continue to speak even when I cannot.

I know my skin must have an attitude. My skin must have cursed you out and cut you deep...the way you hating me. My skin read you for your fears and became the sticks and stones you thought you were afraid of.

My skin told you what I thought about it didn’t it? My skin told you I will die for it, that I will die for all shades of it, that my people have already died for it. But when you see us you are bearing witness to life. I know my skin doesn’t have an inside voice and it startles you. I know you fell in love with what my skin is saying though, the way you try to imitate it.

You see how strong it is, how great it is, how POWERFUL it is...the black kind of power. The hate you give is really for yourself and I’m sad for you. My skin will always speak for me because it matters too.

Talk yo shit skin!

Love Nita