I am Coco Skinned
I am coco skinned.
Blackberry eyes, pink lipped lies;
a button nose and a touch of spearmint.
But, my mother is winter toned.
Leafy piles on top of cherry smiles;
a perfect laugh and a scent that smells like home.
And it’s amazing how, in fact, as opposites we attract…
I am chapter books and Family Guy.
Full of brains, don’t care about fame;
and if I get below a “B” I’m gonna cry.
But, my best friend is magazines and Kim K.
Cheesy Rom-Com’s and a sun-kissed mom;
and doesn’t look away from her phone, EVER, in a day.
And it’s weird, you know, that we are considered one life; one soul.
I am big chested and thick.
Mac and cheese, corn bread and greens;
and I am the best Kool-Aid maker like Usain is the best at being quick.
But, my brother is twiggy and lean.
More leaves and even more lies; if the scale is above 100, he’ll die.
When I tell him he’s getting buffer, he says that I’m mean.
“But, I love you…” I say.
“I know.” He states.
But does he know that I love him despite his weight?
I am torn and intrigued.
Do the people I love understand, that no matter where I am
I will love them despite what the world believes?
And it’s funny, you see, that the world believes in everything but what makes me.