Imagine being free,
a feared entity.
As the world mocks,
her skin that is
tasted by the wind,
she walked on,
confidently in her jeans.
She was taught,
how her shoulders
were scandalous,
and to be shameful
of the coloured locks;
the western’s influence.
But she knows herself best
so this doesn’t faze her,
not in any sense.
The truth jumps out
of her mouth;
a brave expression,
when lies were shouted
in her face, always,
trying to wipe away,
erase, her stories,
her stance.
But she is however she is,
unaffected by your ramblings.
As you worry about no longer
being able to take her power,
she laughs in your face,
reclaiming her space.
Written by Elle Kasse, twitter id: @ElleKassette