I celebrate myself, and I sing myself.
I am the skin, the drum, the kinks of Africa.
I am the light shining through the clouds
With pride like Twin towers, tall but can easily fall.
I am one million flaws and infinite perfections,
For I, am me.
Half human, half god, and whole artist,
The most beautiful mistake this world has ever seen
The lawyer, the doctor, the teacher
The liar, the gambler, the cheater
Rip the skin away from my chest and see there ain’t no cage to protect my heart.
I am everything I swore I never would be
My ego, my hypocrisy, my image, and my misogyny.
I am the person staring back at the mirror but inside me is something else
Scratching the insides of my bones in an attempt to free itself.
Smoke from the purple lips of a black woman
Blood from a black man’s burdens
Accept me and love my imperfections in sections
So when we piece them together I will be beautiful in your eyes.
Take me as I am and never scrape and break my silhouette so that it fits your mold.
I am fuck you for I love you sounds too vulnerable.
Hold my hands and look into the eyes of absence yet substance.
Don’t attempt to figure me out through trial and error.
I am a slave to time, but my first love is procrastination,
So at nights I run away to waste the nights and chase the sunrise.
I let you see the truth in you.
Let me sing to you, for I sing myself.
The song of myself.
