I am Cinderella, glass shoe, blue ball gown, hair tied up and pinned by a tiara
I am Rapunzel, long flowing hair, trapped in the tower, waiting for my prince, I hope have filled the criteria
Or maybe not because I am none of them.
My life is not what you see in the storybooks, or in the fairy tales. Nobody dreams to be me and have strong resistant afro kinks that break every tail comb
To have much much more of the melanin pigment that makes my skin dark and glow
But they don’t see that
They see depression, violence, a crazy religious person, a pregnant teenage girl.
Yes, I said it, I am Pregnant.
Pregnant with ideas on solving the global fiscal crisis, having the solutions to world peace that you will never know because you will not hire me because of my ghetto name, ‘Shakeisha’
I am none of them because I wait on no Prince, I wait on no man, I wait on no one.
I work by grace and faith, I work with myself and trust me that tower isn’t high enough to contain me.
Because I am Black, Yes I said it,
Because I am resistant, because I am tried and tested, because I come with a 110 percent guarantee success rate, because I will get the job done.
But you won’t know, you won’t ever know, because you won’t give me the chance.