Inspired by the life of one Miss Nola Darling, from the movie She’s gotta have it!
I am forced to live a life that is not my own
Being forced to conform to the rules of this world
I am forced to dress
In order to impress
Those who care not about my life
Them who shamelessly stare in disgust
Disgusted by my skin colour
Why do you force me to dress like the rest?
As if they are my equals
While in reality I was born different
Why do you inherently burn my scalp
On a mission to straighten my kinky hair
While it was meant to be different?
Why do you constantly insist that I change my accent?
“No don’t say it that way, it should be said this way”
Why do you force me in these clothes that are meant to deter the attention from my complexion?
Why do you insist on teaching me how to walk properly?
How to talk to the nobles
How to eat like the nobles
How to impress the ‘nobles’
What is so noble about altering my personality?
Teaching me how to not to embrace who I am?
Don’t you realize that I am one with the trees?
That I cropped up straight from the earth?
I am made of pure cocoa and dipped in honey
I am smeared of mud mixed with coffee
Please allow me to be a normal human child
No, don’t apply that foundation on me that I may look lighter
Allow me to embrace my melanin
For if I can survive the scorching sun
I can as well survive the scorching eyes that
Stare at me like I am nothing but filth
Those hands that wouldn’t dare touch
I don’t want to change
I do not wish to change
This is whom I am
Born and nurtured by the artistic nature of Mother Africa
She who is despised and isolated
She who is crowned with shame
Clothed with hunger from breastfeeding the greedy and the proud
I still am proud of her
For she has nurtured me to who I am
Let the world witness this dark miniature
And let he who is brave enough persevere the stings of the bees
To get a taste of this dark but pure honey that drips from the furthest edge of Africa’s curves.