I Told Her

I told me they was right. You are ugly.

I told me I was worthless

I told me I was way too far from perfect

To be accepted

I told me I was too wierd

I told me I was too queer

I told me they was right. You’re too dark, too black, too nappy to be considered cute

I told me I was too deep

to be considered cool

I told me I was too different 

I told me everything to not accept

That I was beautiful

Years later I told my sixteen year old self

“Fuck you. I know that I’m dope. I am a beautifully melenated piece of art. I embrace that I’m a wierd, philosophical, queer that has no fear in being different.”

I was 16. I am 26.

I am self love

I am my past reborn