My Black

I was always told  My black was ugly This wasn’t by family,  To them I was pretty  Society told me- My black wasn’t beautiful,  That it was something to fear… They said I was Dirt, Mud, A tar baby, Porch monkey- They said..if you were: Lighter, Your hair straighter, Your name- Plainer Maybe then…we’ll claim…

Dear Daughters 

Dear Daughters, I don’t have a daughter, You see I only have a son, But there is something you should know From one girl to another one. I know you see the “girls” on the TV and in magazines, Showing their rumps, twerking, trying to be seen Ones who think it’s ok to be called…