30 poems. 30 days: Day 10 Call her: Me


Our girls are being taught that their bodies will be their ticket to greatness. That the only thing she has worth acknowledging is her thickness. No one takes the time to deny these ideologies she’s learning. Her insecurities, turn into her identity, and she becomes you! Twerking for some likes. Naked for some follows. Flashing for some friends. We must dare to be the change; Lead by example. Be the voice for the silent; Call her me begins with you!
#noweight
#nomakeup  



Call her: me
Endurance.
Seeking patience from God.
For I know that He has a reason for my existence;
my being here.
Learning to love you, using better words from a distance.
Changing at least one person’s life, discouraging them from fear.
Instilling the fundamentals, that we deserve respect.
As human beings, women, young and old, slowly we begin to forget.
They say it takes a village, but what if it’s already burned down.
We are merely bodies with no substance,
giving cheap dances,
to achieve our objectified crown.
She just discovered her worth, fourteen, and no one let her know.
Your body is not who you are; paybacks aren’t worth the pain.
Pointing the finger, for someone else to blame.
She thought that her beauty, carried her further than her brain.
And her friends, formerly known as, are now calling her a low down dirty shame.
Forgetting that her mother, at birth, had given her a name.
The spirit of God tells us, we are what we claim.
Trying to erase the images, on her skin, it left a stain.
Digging into her membrane,
believing that most hoes shouldn’t be called dames,
and labeling herself as such.
Because someone forgot to tell her,
her worth she burns of coal,
is just a diamond in the rough…
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