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.
Website: https://www.innerthoughts.info/
Black lives matter and I do agree that it has been a roller coaster ride for us Americans against tackling racism and police Brutality…but we can make this world a better place.
Amazingly beautiful and true ❤️
Another black man killed in Wisconsin named Jacob Blake, while his children witnessed his death. What we are turning into nowadays? Shame on Police Department.
This shit is getting out of hand. Black is a colour and criminals don’t have a colour. To think that black means crime, then do have your head checked.
This is now becoming a trend…killing anyone in the name of law. This has to stop and should be stopped ASAP.