Identity

My braids is what hides the identity of

Exquisiteness

because i don’t see the Uniqueness I bring

Because I’m blind by the tits and a**

I don’t carry

But i seek the inside

for the one precious and closest value to gold

it blinds me

so i seek something to unshine it

so i can see what i can find in it

just bibops and viruses

is it worth entering that world

with a stranger,

that don’t know the type of gold he digging

but he claims he experienced gold digging

Why not cut those braids off

dear girl

your covering the beauty and psyche within

Embrace the locks, knots and curly strands

that was given to you

and not chemically damage your beauty with relaxers

that only last a month or two

just as the gold diggers do

because of the need to find another mine with

Golder gold, so they say

not caring of the damage it has caused

Need I say with relaxers

Length the same in year 4

Stop the mess chick

don’t f**k up what is great

Given to you

because what somebody can easily take from you

is not really worth having...

Enough said...

 

Comments

sfrieson93

The poem really reflects on two things: relaxers being the determinant of being pretty and having sex with people defining who you are. When in fact who you are is searching within. Not searching for your identity in outside sources because all the sources you need is in you. But, it's the matter of realizing and embracing it. So, the entire piece is my favorite. 

sfrieson93

The entire piece was my favorite honestly because every line connects with the next one. I can't leave a phrase out without saying the other. 

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