I am more than
my child-bearing hips
and luscious lips.
You are so fixated
on the way my butt
jiggles when I walk,
that you cannot hear
my substance when I talk.
If you think the way I move
then you should get to know my mind.
You think that in dealing with me,
sex appeal is all you’ll find?
I was born with favor on my life,
and I am far from a fool.
I am not to be objectified,
or treated like a tool.
I am headed for unknown heights
with every bit of hood in me.
I can switch from ignorant to intellectual,
and destroy you ever so eloquently.
I will twerk my ass off,
but he can take me home to momma too.
I am more than the labels society gives to me,
and nothing is what I owe to you.
Poet: Stefanie Parrott