Here I Am
I am black.
I am a woman.
I am queer.
My voice gets shut down in three different ways.
I cannot give my two cents because they are worth less.
I will keep shouting though.
I will keep loving myself and her.
Politics? I must be thinking with my skin.
So what if I am sometimes, so are you.
The fields that interest me? Those are for men.
How could I ever figure out those mathematics on my own, without the brain of an alpha boy?
My love? Now there’s a topic that turns everyone into a fire breathing dragon.
How could I know that I love her?
Have I ever loved a man?
No thanks.
I’ll stick with her curves.
I’ll stick with her heart and soul.
I am a black, queer woman and I am erased three different ways.
I will continue to redraw myself.
I am here whether you like it or not.