My Sheet

Our bodies are like a bed covered by a sheet… They come in various sizes and colours. But the thing is that a bed is not ridiculed for the colour of its sheet Where as in actuality this happens to us… humans. Although we do not choose the sheets which covers our bodies We will have them to cherish forever It’s almost like a souvenir from our parents But this sheet gifted upon us by our parents has now become something For other to use to say some nasty comment about which has been engraved on it And for generations that is what clung to our sheets And that is what became a part of those sheets… To the point where my BEAUTIFUL, EXOTIC sheet has been tarnished by these remarks To the point where persons have no compassion towards me to say that my sheet makes me fatherless To the point where my sheet has become a criminal although it has never acted against the law To the point where my sheet is being throttled mercilessly Where I have been labeled as being “too extra”, “too ghetto “ and to make it worst “a harlot” Because of the sheet that covers my body. Let me tell you something I am proud of my sheet I am proud to have this gifted upon me I am proud to call the sheet that I wear MINE And not one negative remark you say will be engraved on my sheet Because My sheet is my own story to be told by only me. So you don’t get to say that I am fatherless, or that I am a “nobody” You don’t get to say that I am the dirt under God’s feet, You don’t have the right to say that I am uneducated Because as I said My sheet is my own story to be written by me.