Black face white gaze
Don’t faze me...sometimes.
Melanin drip drip down to my roots.
Deep roots that ground me, bind me sometimes blind me.
Black face white gaze
Don’t faze me...sometimes.
Always Black but...never Black and...
Thick lips, hips and coils
Resisting gravity I rise and rise
Then suddenly I am a prize
Black in the ivory tower is about perspective.
Whose, I ask?
Rush, power, token, fetish, special.
Black face white gaze
Don’t faze me...sometimes.
I am not exotic, I am exhausted.
Combusted, congested, not quite well adjusted.
My welfare, wellbeing, it's my being.
I just want to be really seen.
Black face white gaze
Don’t faze me...sometimes.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
I am beholden to your gaze
But never to your ways.
Open your eyes and see me as I am
I am perfectly imperfect and whole.
Black face white gaze
Don’t faze me no more.
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Mami Wata Diaries
I tell stories about migration, health, red velvet cake and Black womxnhood, but not necessarily in that order. 🧜🏾♀️
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