Kenji Lockett
The Other Woman
I could see her passing by every once in a while.
She shows up unannounced sometimes.
I even dream about her. She's strong, independent, loquacious, and isn't afraid to tell people how she feels. Who is it? I know this woman is confident and comfortable in her own skin... she isn't afraid to fight for what she wants. Now who could this be? Oh, I know who this woman is... it's the woman on the inside... the fantasy me.
Just Listen
Listen closely as I say nothing at all... for some reason you are prevoked to become pre-occupied with me... you may not even know me... most times you don't... but you feel compelled to stare and question why I'm me. I'm complicated, weird, crazy, insane, and dysfunctional but that's me. Don't like it? Probably not... I wouldn't like either if I were you! You hear me now? As I am loud and clear with words and not violence... but your violence tells you to kill and hurt me because I am different... Don't think so? Just listen to the voices of the dead.
The Haircut
I feel like I've re-invented myself by getting rid of excess negativity it seems. That extra weight has been cut from a delicate part of my body that someone makes me a woman because people have their fetishes about long hair. But me... I feel new... I feel bold and I feel like me. Somehow I uncovered the real me by letting go of the self-conscuiousness that lived in my hair. I no longer try to live by standards of others... I leave them to their assumptions if they wanna be ignorant and inflict their issues upon me. I no longer need a perm to feel like a woman... straight hair didn't make me look beautiful as I feel and look now. I have gone back to my roots and that is the naturalness of an African queen. Goodbye to standards and hello to freedom!