i feel comfortable here
it almost is weird
feeling free to be myself,
not adjusting for fear
of unacceptance
or feeling the disgust of someone
else's distaste
to be in a setting where my blackness is embraced
i love wearing my cornrows or cropped curly hair,
and still feel gorgeous and makin' dudes stare
i love when black men bow down to me
and call me their sister
despite of not looking like the
girls in magazine pictures
I love seeing black women
carrying black children
black men by their side
and black people in business
articulate words uttered from the thickest lips
men of every race
clamoring for the sister with big hips
children are running
and the music is playing
watching my mama
bobbin' her head
in the air her hands swaying
seeing my people two steppin'
on the concrete floor
brothers embracing their brothers
some rich some poor
there's a strong sense of pride
and sense of relief
not over politics
just happy for peace
if only for a moment
that time has stood still
when we loved our skin color
like we wished others will
i love being amongst family from another race
who accept us as we are and appreciate our taste,
our creativity,
our vibrance,
our jazz,
our spunk,
our blues,
our hip hop,
our strength,
our funk,
when hearing soulful voices and the ringing of laughter
i feel more free than my hair with a relaxer
Copyright ©2009 Jasmine Powers
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