I am black but have so many.
I am more than that.
I have a past, present and future.
I have a history, deeper, darker than the sky.
Eyes as stars.
My mind is open, looking and searching.
At the same time, a cloak, hiding and revealing.
I am -here, the moment that can make me love, hate, and show me as the same.
I am a teacher, dragging torn, bruised skin, showing offensive beauty.
I am the event,
The sight for curious envy-like the ugly hustler with an exotic woman.
I have a history, making me relatable and a stranger.
I pick the lessons that make me-what culture says… IS!!!
If I refuse the ones that shame,
it makes me ignorant and ignorance educates others to my flaws.
And that… If I am not careful,
will only make me relatable to strangers.