A Voice of My Own
Always
Too
Quiet
Too
Soft
Too
Invisible
Yet
My
Words
Hold
Wisdom.
Is it
The
Coarseness
Of
My hair
Or
The
Hue
Of my
Skin
That
Prevents
Me
From
Getting in?
Maybe
It's
My
Locality
You
Know
What
"They"
Say:
It's always
Greener
On the
Other side..
Talking
Of
Other sides
When you
See me
What
Are
You really
Looking
For
Or
At?
Let's recap:
I am not invisible
I am not just a body
Accept me as I am
Black,
Natural,
Islander,
Wise,
A voice of my own.