Can you walk a day, a week, a month in my shoes?
Battle my battles?
Change my thoughts?
Make me feel secure about being me?
I hate my hair.
It’ll never be straight like yours.
I hate my nose.
It’s not straight or smooth.
I hate my skin.
It’s the first thing people notice.
It’s an extra weight I carry.
It’s always a worry when I want a tattoo.
Makeup is always an issue.
My self inflicted wounds will always show.
Never chosen first to be beautiful
Even then, the fight to be chosen
I give up automatically.
I’ll settle to be the coach, never the player.
My emotional Roller-coaster continues when I’m in public.
Too many times I get called sir.
For my height.
When I pull my hair back.
Because I decided to dress comfortably.
With no makeup.
So, what happens when the wrong person
Calls me a boy
Fills my body with bullets
Because who they see
I might fit the profile.
My stomach drops when I see police
I know good ones but, they all look alike
What happens when they can’t save me from their own?
Flip lives with me so I know what it feels like to know I have a leg in this race.
My name is Jazmine Booker. I write under Jess Brooks most of the time but, like to use my own name from time to time. I aspire to be a writer and eventually wants to become successful in the entertainment industry. I’m from Texas in the United States.