Oh, she acts so white
Oh, she’s way too black
Oh, she acts like she’s better than everyone
Oh, she should hide her Afro-Caribbean roots
But, she doesn’t know her true ancestors
But she should tone down her blackness
But is she black enough?
She should speak proper
Man, she knows too many fancy words
She should step down a few notches
The mental tug of war pushes the mind…
Left and right
Back and forth, with no direction to go… not a path in site
Trying to fit into a society that can’t fully grasp her true identity
– to be a woman and feminine, but not a feminist
– to be black, but always in second place:
The supportive wife, the strong black woman, the mother of all
Never the broken one= the human… just black girl magic
Hair needs to be flat, not nappy
Curls need to form… not nappy
No bald bitches here
The goal is to attain the hair length like Rapunzel
Nose too big – skin too dark
Push and pull
Left and right
Back and forth
Trying to fit into a society
That can’t fully grasp her true identity
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