I’ll Never Set My Pride Aside
By Ahniya T. Mitchell

I am, the offspring of two African American rulers
of their own galaxies
dropped me off so they could
fulfill their own fantasies
i am. Ahniya Talia Mitchell
the true atm
i give to not receive i know nothing more
but my uniqueness
sometimes my bleakness
trying to hide my weaknesses
so they can’t be used against me
but i’ll never put my pride aside.
like how red i feel when i’m angry
my melanin is a shade different like a bruised blackberry
bc the darker the berry the sweeter the juice
the juice only ever been so sweet because
i knew very little about my roots
but we make these beats
beats that get us up and going right on our feet
dancing without a wink of sleep but
these vivacious red hearts gives everything
a reason to breathe.
to breathe in the smell of orange induced items
like oranges themselves of course
like how when i wear orange i look like a
full course meal ready to be served
because every look i give is a serve
no matter the flavor
pattern
color
or texture
anything including me is an adventure
i’m like orange because i give out excitement
being around me is more than enticing
it’s like being strucked by lighting
and then comforted by a cloud
but then lighting again if you acting like a clown
trying to hold me down and i just wanna elevate
i give off a light so bright it makes people
hesitate before they come my way
like a traffic cone
but like the sun i’m back brightening up your day
and it’s all yellow
my aura
the feeling i omit so warm and mellow
the lemons life gave us to make lemonade
a different aid for the sweats on a hot summer day
though i can’t relate because i made a lemon garden
so when life comes with its lemons
i hand them back
because with or without a handout
i’m still winning
cleaner than the linen that lives in my air
cleaner than the shine bouncing off my
4c hair
the heir
of making green
the money machine
grinding n leaping
modern day princess tiana !
greener than the trees aiding me in breathing
greener than the plants i surround myself
in to welcome life outside of mine within
green, is the only thing i’ll chase
and i mean literally
i’m willing to hit every last base if it
guarantees my success
because i aim for the stars and nothing less
and i stand on that as i poke out my chest
“ i know i am meant to be.
a successful and enduring black woman “
bc me and my sisters are cut from a different bread
it’s not all in our heads
but sometimes we can get stuck up there
not our fingers in our hair
but ourselves in our head
for when we’re feeling blue
clueless about what to do
stressing about the negatives
stressing about the narratives
they made out for you
good sis
you’re too good to be treated like this
i be feeling blue
because i have a lot of shit to do
and don’t know how much time
i have to accomplish it
my anxiety holds be back from stomping shit
the confusion on wanting to be mad or sad
should i keep it to myself or share with a friend
should i let anyone in ?
sometimes when i cry i use the tears that are left as moisturizer, because ultimately
i feel like i’m the only person who can aid me comfort.
that can make me feel whole again
indigo.
the places i envision to go
the long drives along the coast
enjoying the road to my finish line
only in time
will we know
the places i’ll go
violet, the interior of the orchid, my zodiacs
flower
the power it gives
standing tall on its own
like all i ever done
with no handout
no easy road
no shortcut
just blood sweat and tears.
i embraced all my fears and come to accept
i am who i am.
society’s worst triple threat
gay, African-American, and woman.
i will never set my pride aside for no being
who doesn’t agree with the way i’m living
from my uniqueness
all the way to my bleakness
and not giving courage to my weaknesses
it’s my life and my road
so let me drive it.



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