I shall not be apologetic
For you've objectified me
Before you got to know me
With piercing eyes
Undressing my flaws
You've observing my skin
And the nakedness in which
My thighs and breast
Move making me feel
Uncomfortable to just smile
You haven't noticed
that yet have you?
You call my body's figure a gift from
The gods but why does it feel
Like a curse; abuse, abuse you've
Abused my skin for your own
Gain to satisfy your demons
You like my hair this way
Not natural cause it fits
In with your societal
Norms
This is my naked skin
On display for you, and you
Don't seem to be pleased by
My curly African hair you
Call uncivilized
About the Creator
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