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Taste Like Black

Taste like Black

By Britny B. BaconPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

Through what eyes do you see me...

Am I beautiful?

Skin smooth like..melted chocolate

Do I...tempt, your taste buds?

With aromas dancing on empty winds

Void and tasteless

Useless to your senses

You can't see me

Can't view me as I view me

I prefer invisibility than to be perceived differently 

For I'm ebony

Words personified beyond simple flesh and bones

Dancing fast to hard beats on unsteady dance floors

Hips spread wide and sensual

I was born this way

Shapedby the curvy walls of my mothers wet womb

Sliding out new to an old world...pink, slippery, and prejudged

Loved only by a people who remained unloved

Just another censored girl

A "she just don't fit in girl,"

Existing in a man made world, ruled..by self proclaimed kings

Where shades of lighter skins are deemed prettier than me

Better than mine

A color transcended through the length of time

Black that runs deep

Prehistoric roots so accustomed to heat I believe..the sun just likes the taste of my skin

It illuminates the sweat off my black and I shine pretty

Hair shimmering ropes of licorice

Doe brown eyes that blinks hershey kisses 

Through whose eyes do you see me...

Did you figure me out while watching T.V?

Autobiographies written on BET or the discovery channel on MTV?

Rap videos constructing my image before you even learn my name 

As a vacant body whose vocabulary extends no further than ninth grade

Forgive me..I disagree with thinking of myself that way

Or using long skirts and short heels to swallow my form

Just to escape an immoral sexuality my figure has been conformed too

An impurity that was rumored to swim in my gene pool

It's not my fault my black taste like this

It flows like nectar

Clogs my pours and I'm forced to smell sweet

But..my aroma dances on empty winds

Too much for your senses

Staring too hard at the moon and stars, missing the true beauty of the night

I know, see...

I'm ebony 

Beauty,hidden in plain sight

Black, smooth, and tasteful

Curvaceous, pure, and powerful

My worth is frightful   

You don't want to see me

So blink your eyes and color me invisible

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Britny B. Bacon

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