An inquiry, a dialogue, a statement.
An invitation to a colorful contradiction
A movement against the silencing that threatens to swallow us all whole:
“Hey brown girl why you so brown?
Why you so cold?
Why your hair look like that…smell like that?
Why you so smart? Don’t you know we don’t got room for half cullud girls
angry at the world?”
Im a force to be reckoned with…
Do you fear me?
I come from a historical tradition of bold women.
Bold not in that liberal, bourgeois, coffee table book listing ‘The Worlds top 100 influential Women’
kind of way.
Bold like a tornado ripping up the earth
these womens actions moved humanity forward.
Im the strength of revolutionary Portuguese women warriors
and the quiet determination of a slave woman’s hands before she
slits the throat of her master.
Im the rolling bass line in your waist
and the heat radiating from two lovers bodies.
Brown skin pressed up against each other as dub pulses from the
And I am first and foremost my mothers daughter.
Life is hard and a struggle
but can be thrilling
like kissing in the dark.
Im colored….but not tragically so.
Im a woman for the people and these are my thoughts.
Thoughts for destruction and liberation.