God made my skin soak up the sun
He made my hair crown my head
My hips and back, generous to stand firm against the wind
My hair they call kinky, coarse, unruly,
Is there as a reminder of my identity, my resilience.
Relaxer could not bend it indefinitely,
Days after days new roots kept bursting,
Unapologetically curly fighting to rebuild the devastated crown on its own.
Fit in, flat, quiet you’re invisible to them, hence your dark skin
Nyanto, they don’t see color, they say,
Yet, you are the black dot on the white canvas.
Nyanto, My existence is a threat, I have to be ignored, silenced or destroyed.
They locked me into a twerking doll,
They locked me into an angry black woman,
They locked me into the girl with the nasty attitude,
They locked me into the maid,
They locked me into the nanny,
They locked me into a prostitute.
Nyanto, Stubborn like my curly hair,
Because God has equipped me for It,
I am each day rising, full of Melanin,
Ready to succeed, breaking all the locks.
Nyanto*: Woman, in Myene a Gabonese dialect
Inspired by those gorgeous illustrations, courtesy of Michael Badger [ Insta]
More form this thread here with travel blogger Jo, from Journey with Jo
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I really love this! “Stubborn like my curly hair, but God equipped me for it”. This line is everything!!!
Thank you dear! My late night inspiration turned out well 🙂