Draped in Sunshine
No matter how different you are, you're worthy of love.
I think I’m draped in sunshine
Like Maya Angelou once put in a poem,
No matter what happens, Still I rise.
Even after working in spaces where it was some sort of faux pas to be gay,
Or being too brown to be another.
A family that claims they love me
But just not that part of me.
I had to explain to my mother that
I’d prefer to be celebrated,
Not tolerated
So I won’t be coming around.
Nothing about that seems to get me down.
The fact that you claim you love me
But still participate in homophobic banter
however, really grinds me gears.
That you call our proud Mayor, "Uncle Lightfoot"
Is something of a conversation cancer.
You’d love to sit at Ellen’s show
But when I come through,
That same energy doesn’t show.
So, that leaves it up to me.
I’m celebrating my brown skin,
And my tomboy-freshness
My uniqueness -
Every day of my life.
If I’m not proud of me,
How can I show the world
The love I have for me?
So, in case there's someone watching me
who may be running low,
I'll be sure to let the sunshine inside of me show.
About the Creator
Kenya Jaye
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