I Am Beautiful (for my babies)

NO BEAUTIFUL ROSE HERE

Hush nah child

Hush ya cryin’

Ain’t no need a sheddin’

tears if da ones gotcha

bleeding em’ ain’t gon’ feel

da flesh dey tearin' up              

Hush nah child

All dat wailin’

ain’t gonna change nothin’

Yo tears

ain’t gonna change dem sayin’

she beautiful,

cuz she is

And ain’t no need you cryin’

cuz dey say you ain’t beautiful,

All That I Am

I am not who you think I am.
I am more than your
benighted mind could
ever begin to conceive.
I am not the b*tch, ho, boo,
dime piece, chicken head,
hoochie, slut, , trick, shawty
or any other derogatory annotation
you see fit to catorgarize me into.
I have been defined by words of ignorance
because the origin of my existence is a
truth hidden in a universe of
of lies; a stigma synonymous with my heritage
telling me I was bred out of ignorance
and born to be inferior.
A truth that has been distorted by
tainted images of my brown skinned self,
degrading my body for money and attention.
Lies teaching you and me that all I am
and all that I can be is a baby mama,
video vixen, welfare recipient,
or the “thing” he keeps on the side.
They teach me to look at myself through the eyes of others
without seeing my true...

Chocolate Colored Rainbow

 
Pudd’n asked her mommy, “How many different colors of brown can there be?

My daddy is dark brown and you are light brown and I am somewhere in between.”

Her mommy answered Pudd’n, “Brown is a special color that comes in many different shades.

There’s toffee and coffee, and caramel and mocha, and even café-au-lait.

There’s cocoa and ginger, dark chocolate, and sand.

Brown comes in an array of colors, even butterscotch and pecan.”

“Why is brown so special?” said Pudd’n to her mommy. “

Of all the colors of the rainbow, brown is one I’ve never seen.”

Pudd’n’s mommy said to her that rainbows are a sign

that when a storm is over, you’ll see one in the sky.

God took the colors of the Earth and gave them to the sun.

The sun kissed the ...

The Beautiful I AM (for my babies)

 
My forehead is big
My ears are all flappy
My hair is not long
It's short, thick, and nappy

My eyes are both crossed
I have to wear glasses
My skin is too dark,
the color of molasses

My teeth are really crooked
I have to wear braces
Sometimes people stare at me
And make really mean faces

I walk with a limp
And wear special shoes
Kids point and laugh at me
and give me the blues

I don't like who I am
I don't like who I see
I wish I wasn't different
I wish I was pretty

Why didn't God make me beautiful?
Is He mad at me?
Did I do something wrong?
If I did, I'm sorry

I asked my mommie
if God loves me
and if He does
then y am I ugly?

My mom says I'm beautiful
because God made me this way
and He loves every part of me
each and every day

She says G...

I Am Beautiful (for my babies)

 
I am beautiful
because my mommie says so.
I am beautiful
because time stood still the day
of the hour
of the minute
of the second
God breathed life into me.
I am beautiful
Because I am an angel
who has brought down a piece of
Heaven with me I exude
every time I smile.
I am beautiful
Because I am me,
and the Creator saw fit to
create no other the same.
But most of all
I am beautiful
Because the most
magnificent illustration
of God’s love
is reflected
every time I look
into my parents eyes
and they see the most
beautiful part of themselves
in me.