Identity This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 12, 2010
With skin the color of my pen's ink
And eyes the color of honey, fresh from the
Honeybee's hive – I discover appearance.
Birthed to a family of hand-clapping,
foot-stomping, and
Sunday school – I discover my culture.
Pulsing in the temple of my brain and at the top of
My calves, I discover my strength.

With a mind racing at the speed of light,
I discover my intelligence.
With a voice, firm when I speak but
melodious when I sing,
I discover my passion.
Eyes planted on eighteen little cousins, I
discover my future.

With the sensuality of my speech I
reveal myself.
This is me. Raw and pure. No strings
attached, no anecdotes
To tell. Urban expression and juvenile
learned lessons –
A young black woman is who I am. AP
classes and exams
Create a two-way mirror for the world to
peer through,
All you see is what I allow you to. That one side of me.
But to know me is to embrace my love of
culture – to ride the
Streets bumpin' Badu through the woofers. See I found my identity, and
No, not through compliments and nice
tendencies. I wish that everyone could be
As free as me. But you'll continue to
be incarcerated.
Until you find that I D E N T I T Y.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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TargonTheDragon said...
Sept. 8, 2014 at 5:10 pm
Yup, i am still incarcerated, and i wont be free till i find that IDENTITY.    excellent job btw
maki_rain said...
Aug. 13, 2011 at 11:12 pm
Wow. I really really liked this. Most of it had a really good flow. I'm impressed and humbled. I think my favorite part though is "Urban expression and juvenile learned lessons."
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