She

She

She…
Is a beautiful black woman who knows what she wants out of life
A beautiful head upon positive shoulders
A sister, friend, aunt and inevitably…a wife
That is what she is

She…
Is constantly physically and even metaphorically portrayed as a,
Scantily clad façade of pride who is only appreciated more, when she takes off less
When approached my men, she knows they are thinking about how she looks under that dress
Because of her coke bottle figure and her perky breasts
Under constant duress because the media made her this way
Made her to feel as if she isn’t a person, but an object
Because of porn videos, music videos and reality TV.
And to her dismay whatever reputation she has established,
Would demolish at the mere sound of “bands would make her dance"

She…
Is constantly reminded that she is not beautiful
Because every ad, tv show, movie, and magazine portrays what society considers beauty
Lighter skin, thin frame, straight hair
Thus taking away from the true denotation of the word
Sex sells and those with a nice body, make the most commission
So it is her mission to get like those women on TV

…But it isn’t what she….looks like

So she starts dieting by throwing up what she consumes,
and working out 6 hours a day to the point where the sweat protruding from her body starts to fume and she struggles within the 5^th and 6^th hour but she feels she must burn the calories from the stick of gum she had for lunch..
but don’t worry it was spearmint so it was 20 calories instead of 15…
Straightening those natural curls, her identity weakening with every stroke of the hot comb
Wearing make- up that will make her chocolate skin infused with a bit of caramel and changing her wardrobe,
because of what the media has etched into her head…
Wearing lip gloss, concealer and eye liner to bed, not only so she can feel better about herself, but because she feels she will look good in the morning


She isn’t she….anymore. But has taken the identity and persona of “them”


She…
Is now a mere shadow of what she used to be
She… has allowed herself to fall victim to the “Barbie”, Top Model and “Maybe it’s Maybelline” America
She...would now rather listen and pay more attention to Nicki Minaj, than Nikki Giovanni
Now a pawn in life’s game of chess, being allowed to only move to protect the king of the media,
taking misdirection from the knights of peer pressure
but not realizing that she was ALREADY a queen
Now that she…has now taken on a new identity to conform to the “formalities” that the media has deemed “beautiful”
Although she still doesn’t love herself because this new identity isn’t the beauty her mom used to possess

Now when she looks in the mirror, what looks back isn’t the same person
But in fact a façade of a woman who got caught up..
She…has forgotten where she has come from
And although her parents brought her up right…even she….couldn’t escape..