I Am Me, Not You.

 

It’s true you are tall.
I can see you are handsome.
You are endowed by heaven
With beautiful legs like those of the gazelle
And eyes as witty as the doves.

Your skin colour is as perfect as the word PERFECT.
Your accent entices everyone that hears you speak.
You are the desire of many.
Your beauty is captivating.
Your bold chest and sound voice
Break the resistance of the strongest woman.
Your ivory skin, teeth as white as snow,
Flawless skin and accent,
Diamond-like set of teeth, or killer shape.

I may not know how to command the crowd like you do.
My charisma level may just be zero.
Yet, I can’t be you.
So, stop! Stop pointing at how short I am,
How dark he is, how slim she looks,
How timid they appear…
Just stop telling us how inadequate you feel we are.

How you think we can’t make it far,
Because you’ve judged us dull and have raised the bar.
Just stop dragging our names and toying with our self-esteem.

We know we are more!
We may not be as fast as you are,
But we are moving.

We may not be as tall as you are,
But we are above ground level.
We may not have skin as silk,
But we have skin, and we are not sick.
We may not be melanin.
We may not have straight and flawless legs like you do,
But we have legs, and we can walk.
Yes! We know we can walk,
Because we are not where we used to be.
And we won’t be here by tomorrow.
We will move.

So stop! Stop it.
Stop diminishing our self-esteem
With your words full of derogation.
We can’t be you!
We are unique.
Just so you know:
I AM ME, NOT YOU.

Dedication:
This spoken word piece is dedicated to those who have been struggling with low self-esteem as a result of body shaming. You are unique, and you are YOU.


✍The Expression Voice

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