The way rhythms and good vibes coincide through the bass in your headphones is all for you./
Guitar riffs and lyricists, sneakers and ballet slippers. How great — it’s all up to you.
This year we have been challenged by acts of hatred and revenge. As a country, we have yet to see the beauty in our diversity nor recognize the sacrifices we have made to get to where we are now. As an African-American female, I am a minority within a minority.
All I know is that last weekend I was pulled over/
For walking too fast down the sidewalk.
“Where you going, black Muslim girl?/Ain’t nothing here for you.”
Lacquered acrylics fix beneath silk/Constricting around cranium/
Sustaining the days’ style, for the morning/I lay my head upon my pillow
Resting my eyes/And putting to sleep all of my worries that lay beneath my hair.
White child, are you afraid of me? With skin black and teeth gleaming/I pray that you outgrow your fear of the dark/It is best for us both
You are an artist, a scientist, a visionary/All of this just happens to come in many shades and colors.
In today’s society, I feel like I should hate my race. / I should flat out bleach my skin white, turn my hair blonde, get blue contacts and change my name to Amy.
Being white is a blessing, but it’s a shame that you’re not rewarded for your talents but for your skin color. You don’t realize how privileged you really are.
Preferences: Mirror, mirror on the wall/Who is the ugliest of them all? … What to say/to a little black child/When she asks/why has God made me this way?
When I learned that I would be attending a college where 75.9 percent of the student body is composed of white people, I immediately found myself anxious about whether my blackness would be accepted. I shaved off my hair, telling people “I just want a new start.” But I really did it because I did not want to face the awkward looks in the dorm’s bathroom.