What isn’t like being African American and Curvy

It’s being 15 years old feeling so helpless,
feeling so worthless.
Feeling like the curves on my side, on my stomach, on my Chocolate skin is less than a blessing
Less than beautiful

Feeling less than a queen
Being treated less than a queen
It’s being talked at
Talked about not even talked to
About what makes me me
What makes up my identity

No respect From anyone
Not even from myself
It’s being made feel like I have to change
That I’m not good enough
Not worthy enough

It being 15 years old feeling like I’m invisible
Feeling like I have to be
Feeling like my curves is the worst part of me
Feeling like my skin, my glow, isn’t as perfect as it is because it should be

It’s feeling like no one will love me
feeling like I’m to dark
That I’m not light enough
It’s the feeling of not knowing who i am
The feeling of not loving who I am

By: Zion Adams

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