Tjiunatjo Karongee

December 2016 I did my big chop and I finally met myself   

I finally looked at the mirror and saw my true self. The black girl skin that so protective wrapped around her, the color that never once forsaken her. Oh how it loved her even when she doubted it, how it constantly reminded her of her strength and one to many times told her she was a warrior. I build her from nothing. I watched her slowly fall back in love with herself. I've heard her soft cries every night for a good year because she didn't understand her beauty. 

Hazel eyes that's what they call them but for a while there all she could see was nothing more than pain in them. Never truly understood the obsession over them as well. Had a few young man want to make babies with her so she could pass them down to them. Good genes they call it.

Pink lips with just a hint of brown. The amount of lies i had slipped past them, the dreams I sold. The fake laugh that slowly filled my mouth and left me with no choice but to spill it out. My the amount of man and boys I have allowed to indulge them and the many I'd left craving just for a small peck. 

The type of beauty that is believed that if you looked like you could be missing a tooth is considered beautiful. The gap um whats the scientific term for it again, oh yes diastema gap? I learned to love that first and I haven't stopped ever since.

Strong, bold, confident and proud I have come a long way. I have cheered and held her hand pushed her at times just for her almost to let it slip from her hands. See he almost had her, literally made her doubt the person she had worked so hard on becoming. Almost made her a pathetic excuse of a woman. The nerve of the brother, does he not see her, does he not see her strength, her ability to be told anything else than her greatness?