my new party symbol: naked woman holding a machine gun

i have resigned myself to my blackness, my essential being, or atleast its outward manifestation. the body that refuses ungracefully to fit into cultural modes; a face pocked with cracks and sleep lines from years of depravation. thighs that defy proportion and graze with movement; unruly thick hair that cannot be washed and conditioned daily or combed. a stretch of damaged pysche and unexplored skin.

i am what i am, and i am determined to love it. somehow.