Don’t define me”

You bombard me with whom or what I ought to be. Never once considering my sensibilities

What about my features’ that digs you? Who gave you permission to define me?

Society looks at me and tells me you’re skin is too black to be considered beautiful Brighten up and then we’ll let you in. Others tell me girlll, you can be stunning but only if I alter me

I looked at me naked, from head to toe and wondered what is wrong with who I see? Do I intimidate you?  Make you squirm?

I’m I the quintessence of what you crave for when you’re alone? Is it the view of what my lips can do? Or my thighs that got you so hypnotize?

You define me with your ideals of beauty Instigating my insecurity messing with my mentality

Now when I’m with you, I worry about my thighs And wondered what you see in your eyes

Instead of having fun, I covered up afraid to shine Because I don’t want to appear less than perfect in your eyes 

When I allowed you to define me, I get lost in all the shuffle

Therefore, loosing me. Is there a law saying if I am not the same as you then I’m a reject?

Then explained why you inject your lips. Darkened your skins and pad your hips to look like me?

Don’t define who I am or who I ought to be. I am a thick, dark skinned sista with lips and hips

Don’t get mad at me if I don’t apologize. So listen up when I tell you, My bust, lips, hips nor waist line define the fabulous person that I am

Therefore, don’t define.