I am political in the way that my hair
defies both gravity and standards.
I am political in the way that my very existence
defies statistics.
My knowledge defies the system that I live in.
I am political in the way that when
I pick up a book concerning my history,
and not the one they tell me is mine,
my masters are offended.
I am political in the way that loving myself
goes against the rhetoric that has been ingrained in me.
I am political in the way that I must never tire of being political.
I must never tire of being political because when a young Black girl sees my fro, she is encouraged to love hers.
I must never tire of being political because I am obligated
to teach others who they are
as I have taught myself.
I must never tire of being political because when I open my
angry Black woman mouth
thunder roars,
fire spreads,
my chains are broken.
When my
angry Black woman mouth is
unleashed,
mountains are pushed aside to make way for my words.
Valleys are burned,
systems are destroyed.
Birth is given.
Birth is given to a nation,
to a revolution.
I am political in a way that I must never tire of being political because
when I am political,
it brings about a change.
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