I AM
I’m not the skin but the tone in the color of it
I’m not the lips but the kissable thickness of them
I’m not the hair but the curl that sets the course-ness of it
I’m not the walk but the confidence in the stride of it
I’m not the heart but the muscle in the strength of it
I’m not the wide hips but the bones that’s built in them
I’m not the talk but the voice that I live with
I'm not the full breasts but the milk that has nurtured many a kingdom with them
I’m not Africa but the mystery that dwells in it
I’m not who you think…
But...
I AM