I wake up to a sea of white.

Is this what society is preparing me for?

Being marginalized as "that black girl". 

I expected more. 

Perhaps my standards were too high,

My expectactions too outlandish.

Little did I know, it was a rarity to have hair that doesn'y fall in perfect straightness down my back.

I sincerely apologize for your confusion on my race.

I'm not a mad black woman. I'm not a sterotype. 

I'm not what society paints me to be.

Instead, I am flawless.

I am who I want to be, when I want to be it. 

I will not be labeled, or contained. 

I am flawless.