She gazes at her reflection in the mirror
and visualizes a lost identity she wishes
Taking down her Bantu twists, detangling
her locked hair to expose her natural fro.
Pieces of her rich heritage now distorted
with lye that plasters her scalp.
Her skin bleeds from the usage of harsh
chemicals meant to lighten her skin.
A confused Queen with a stifled identity
woven in a stolen look.
She is a product of the fleshy pumpkin that
was uprooted from the soils of Africa.
A rich ancestry bound in chains and made
to trade the long walk across the sea.
Labeled and sold in a world where vanity
and purity collide; to be orchestrated in a
colorful theater where two foes embrace
in a misguided sun dance.
She was stripped of her culture and taught
a new language.
Tongue wagging merrily to a culture she
She adopted a new way of life that cascades
Creating new memories in a strange land
and building regrets with strangers.
Defying her adopted customs and swallowing
the shame of defeat in a brain washing ceremony.
A broken record bound in shackled chains.
She was taught to hate and despise her culture,
Branded with a tag of ridicule and given a new
name, religion and culture to distinguish her from
her own people.
She became a controversy, a moving contradiction
battling an identity crisis.
Hooked to a system, a victim of mind control.
She is caught in a foreign spider wed, a product
from the fifth generation of slaves.
Mentally challenged, afraid to think and allergic
She’s the mute bird in a cage whose movement
is determined by the circumference of the cage.
Dancing to the beats of society and following
the tide. Quick to believe everything she is told.
Denied of her History: A woman with a borrowed
identity. She is a woman with no knowledge of self.
She is the genetically modified pumpkin, watered
and uprooted in a foreign land; constantly primping
her face and hiding behind an artificial external facade.
Roaming through the streets like a lost sheep with
a string of consciousness just to fit in.
Drawing question marks on the palm of her hands
in search of answers.
Dusting the shelves of the archives section in libraries
to understand a history she was never taught.
A rich history of Kings and Queens that transcends
through the plains of Africa.
Flipping through history publications to find a common
A woman out on a limb to reclaim and restore her lost identity.