(b)lack/ing nothing

Who am I when I don’t
swallow your stereotypes?
I am composed of flesh and bone
my dignity in a zone you cannot reach
You cannot pierce this adoration of self
this love that penetrates past skin to soul
My blackness is mine
re-defined by no one


Oluyemisi Adeleye,  contributor

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