Unapologetically Me

Written By Michelle Fugar

Those eyes, they watched with keen intent,
A sense of judgment, from “the righteous” sent.
The cause, I inquired, with humble plea,
Pray, does my attire provoke their scornful glee?

I thought so, for I wore a floral grace,
A halter neck, a skirt of denim embrace.
And golden braids, cascading down my frame,
Like fair Rapunzel, bearing no shame.

Those eyes, they held preconceived views,
A veil of prejudice, but I refused
To let it weigh upon my heart’s repose,
For their opinions, I chose to oppose.

Those eyes, they lingered, gazing deep,
Upon a garment, my navel dared to peep,
Yet, have they forgotten days of yore,
When our ancestors adorned with pride they wore?

Bachelorettes swirled in Kente’s vibrant hue,
Displaying calves, cleavage, and bellies too.
Once wed, their attire would shift and change,
Wrapped in a fabric, flowing and estranged.

I, myself, am an embodiment of me,
Unbound by norms, from societal decree.
In this tapestry of life, I choose to weave,
Expressing my essence, as I truly believe.

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