Her Vessel


What if.

What if I'm not just the tight kink of a curl.

What if I'm not just soft brown blends that make the hue of my skin.

What if I'm not just the thin of my waist or the slight pucker of my hips.

What if I'm not just the ink that lines my lids and bats long lashes.

What if I'm not just a vessel of which to be sexualized, but a soul that yearns to be humanized.

A soul.

A soul of yearning and vast desire for greatness.

A soul of love and compassion as well as pride and deligency.

A soul of knowledge and wisdom as well as fault and understanding.

Do not damn the soul because you are intimidated by her vessel.


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