Now I Wear Myself

Now I wear myself, from skin to hair,

Shea butter and coconut oil, my care,

Dreads or not, I embody this flair,

A perfect balance, beyond compare.

 

Smooth and radiant, my skin’s embrace,

Balance and soul, in this space,

Like a milk bath, a gentle grace,

I am the reason the sun shines in its place.

 

Come, let me show you, proud and true,

My roots run deep, a lineage to pursue,

Ancestors as guardians, in my view,

God and them, my strength, my avenue.

 

A reincarnation, in this vessel I reside,

Free energy, grace, talent, and pride,

Limitless abilities, nowhere to hide,

My story, my history, I confide.

 

Kunta Kinte, Mansa Musa’s stride,

Ewuare, Shaka Zulu, their pride,

African greatness, in me they reside,

In my uniqueness, no need to divide.

 

Not less, not better, just me,

Black and proud, my identity free,

African, in every degree,

In my self-wear, what do you see?

 

Your view, not the true me,

Perception, opinion, but I am free,

To be African, to be black, to be,

Now that I wear myself, what do you see?