BENEATH THE SURFACE
I wanna tell y’all how He gave me this look of originality.
See when that mahogany skin of my father mixed with that tinted yellow of my mother, it created mind body and soul, something more than just the girl with the wild hair and a wilder heart.
But I look different from y’all and you talk about it amongst yourselves like
“ちよっと 屁 見たい でしょう? 何で 髪の毛 が あんな クルクル の？”
(“Chyotto hen mitai deshou? Nande kami no ke ga anna kuru-kuru no?” )
“She sho’ ain’t like you, and she sho’ ain’t like me. “
But, rest assured I’m reassured like
“Baby you ain’t gotta cry, cause you ain’t nothing more than a chocolate covered fortune cookie.”
See in your eyes, there are no similarities but ambiguity has become like comfort for me and “either/or” does not apply nor define me.
See blindess creates the open mind those who can see that I am much more than what is above the surface…
Whereas vision, vision creates the prejudiced mind those who I assume that if I were 2 shades darker would I be less of their Kimora and more of their Phenomenal Woman.
And I want to get rid of these words that have tried to make me embarrassed and ashamed of who I am like “happa, half-breed, Ai Ko no”
My existence confounds your thoughts.
And your inability to classify me bewilders you not I.
But there’s some satisfaction for me when I confuse you.
So a confused individual, see nah that ain’t me.
Yes I am your Kimora and Yes I am your chocolate covered fortune cookie, but I am also your Phenomenally, Phenomenal woman.
I’m too confident to be scared,
too optimistic to be doubtful,
and too colorful to see just black and white in this most beautiful and vibrant world.
Baby, I’m your medley of mixture, your chameleon of culture.
I’m the girl with big hair, but I promise you I got bigger dreams.