How to Keep Your Weave Tight during the Revolution: How to be Perfect when Driving while Black in a Black Women's Body
If I could build the perfect woman she'd have a rooooooouuuuunnnnndddd Afro like the size of size eons.
She would have giiiiaaaannnnt goals with the split tongue of Maya Angelou. She'd dance like Ellen because
she's just that unconventional.
The Cattle Call
Being pretty Is learning how to accept bids for your body like livestock in an auction.
To Cradle your heart in your arms like a child when you're still unsure of yourself.
Being pretty is being ok with advances from your teenage friend's fathers.
Being told by white men that you're a beautiful Nubian queen.
Being reminded on street corners when catch them turning around to stare at your ass that you're just parts to them.
Being Pretty is a back ache.
Being Pretty is your college professors lusting after you.
Being Pretty is a crutch we're taught to lean on.
It's wondering if pretty is enough to keep a man from cheating on you.
Pretty is comparing your face to her Instagram face and searching for the right filter to blend away your flaws.
Pretty is push up bras and squats.
Pretty is bending your body like a swans neck.
Dear pretty women, your lips are made for more than quivering and lipstick ads.
You are more than face down ass up. You're more than the sum of your freckles
Your are more than pretty.
You are fierce of tongue
Don't make yourself a shadow in the eye of the beholder.
Pretty is wearing thin. It's the cover up
It's enhancing your beauty
It's I have to get myself together.