To myself I'm a walking contradiction
Small
Toned
Arms
Slender neck
Small torso
From the waist up I'm petite and small
But Lord help me, that bottom half just don't fit
I think that's where all my blackness went to
That's where my dancer body ends and my sumo career begins
Bone-Crusher
Miss Itty Bitty with the supple thighs
I look a mess to myself. No matter how many times I turn around in the mirror I can't see...
................the
.........................beau
....................................ty
..............................................In
Who
I
Am
Or how unique I am to be so small and yet so large at the same time
A monstrosity
And yet he thinks I'm beautiful
And the guy beside him thinks i'm beautiful and smart
But he'll never say it because I look away and pretend like no one exists...
except
me
It's my world
And I don't know if I want you in it
But my self-isolation won't stop you from thinking 'baby got hips'
YOU ARE READING
Nappy-Headed
PoetryCall it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone...
