Anonymous asked: whats ur mix and how are u jew? just wondering :)
I’m South African, Scottish, Israeli and Congolese. And My great grandmother was jewish
The Red Bush (poem)
Finding myself or creating a new me?
Either way I want this distant cousin of mine to be removed from my vision
Why live in the glass case of entrapment and mock my image?
We are not the same person
An internal makeover will do me just fine
An eternal makeover
No longer going back to the straight haired black girl I used to be
Let the bushes of the jungle within me be unleashed
Who holds the leash?
Around my neck?
Around me?
What leash?
I’m free
This curly bush is red and attracts attention from other animals
This red is not a warning, but an invitation
Accept the new her (me)
Embrace she (me)
No, I!
As the curls in this bush grow
Let me as a person
I’m not creating a new me
Only releasing what society had blocked
Straight haired black girl no longer
But a queen
The crown is this red flaming bush on my head
Allowing the authenticity of my ethnicity be glorified
Like a queen should
Black queen?
Black?
Queen?
What is a black queen?
I am a queen
Period.
My absence
Wow. Well it has been a long time tumblr. Because I’ve been absent for so long and you guys have clearly missed me *sarcasm* I shall post I poem that I wrote a month ago about my hair, and me finding myself (or on the way of finding myself) ever since I decided to grow my hair naturally. Enjoy it and laugh if you want to. No, actually don’t. You’d hurt my feelings.
