When I grow up I want to be a brown girl with no boundary. Free to play with anyone eliminating the quandary. Able to rock my cornrows with out being intimidating I don't wanna straighten my hair, I'm sick of imitating.
Can you imagine me smiling as I rock my afro with pride? aspirant Afro kissed with Kinky koils touch the tangible textured She refuse to hide
Free to use my country dialect with out fear of correction. Black and intelligent, yet under such microscopic inspection.
When America grows up I want to be a brown girl with out a boundary. One not devalued by the corporate slave master so profoundly.