I am black
with skin like mocha, and a spirit of fire.
I try to imagine a world where this is considered beauty
to no avail.
I awake every morning bathed in light,
the very light that breathes into me, life.
Why am I plagued with such insecurity,
with such inconsistency, in that way that i view myself?
I am young
full of intelligence and an unwavering belief that things will be better tomorrow.
A belief in a brighter world,
a world where I can breathe without wondering how much it’s gonna cost me.
How much it’s already cost me.
I am resilient.
I am unwavering.
I am determined.
I am incorrigible.
I am revolutionary.
I am black.