forming your body
inside of her
just so you could
hate and destroy it
cultural appropriation. they love everything about us but us.
They take my kindness for weakness.
They take my silence for speechless.
They consider my uniqueness strange.
They call my language slang.
They see my confidence as conceit.
They see my mistakes as defeat.
They consider my success accidental.
They minimize my intelligence to “potential”.
My questions mean “I’m unaware”.
My advancement is somehow unfair.
Any praise is preferential treatment.
To voice concern is discontentment.
If I stand up for myself, I’m too defensive.
If I don’t trust them, I’m too apprehensive.
I’m defiant ! if I separate.
I’m fake if I assimilate.
Yet, constantly I am faced with work place hate.
My character is constantly under attack.
Pride for my race makes me, “too black”.