Poem by Shamiah Walker
Shamiah shared this poem at our 2018 Girls’ Circle Celebration and at our 2018 Circles of Support Fundraiser.
What some people call my beauty I see as flaws
my curvaceous bootie as a curse
My acne as a blessing and my intelligence as an honor because
people don’t see the real you unless you make them so I take my stand
because it’s time to awake ’em and show them the real me
I’m not just an hourglass
I’m someone who is smart who struggles to past
I’m someone who loves to be liked and likes to be loved
but they rather see my bottom than my face that’s above
because my greenish-hazel eyes in my golden blond hair with the smile only a mother could love
isn’t enough to attract someone
who cares more about my blessings and less about my flaws.