Definition

I am Lucifer’s broken halo
Adam’s broken rib
I am the original temptress offering the forbidden fruit of knowledge,
the hue of a violet,
and the thorn of a rose
created to shed blood and protect the virtue of my blossom
I be deemed cocky.
Which is understandable
when confidence is misused by those not suitable to carry its honor.
I am a woman,
born with potential in my womb
pregnant with the anticipation
of the penetration
of the malignant pigment of my heritage.
I be everything you can’t see.
The definition of me
lies deeper than any
epidermic expectations exponentially escaping from your irises.
I was conceived with violent tendencies,
a mean streak.
I walk differently.
Not to straight,
I drift slightly
and I’ve never been a follower,
I’d rather have people look at me and say
follow her,
cause I never walk lines that haven’t been set by my own mind.
I talk differently,
slurred slightly,
with the lightning quick tendencies
I tend to hurt feelings.
My tongue is sharper then the 6-inch stilettos that hoes where on the stole
and can burn you quicker than they can
I said,
je parle différemment,
je parle avec la langue de Haiti ancestors
il coule comme la Rivière d'Artibonite mes ancêtres étaient nés dans
People tend to not understand me,
language flows from me freely and I speak the stories of my ancestry.
I see things differently.
I see beauty in things others would deem revolting
but yet I do not see through tinted rose-colored glasses
my third eye sometimes seems like it can read minds.
Picks up on the aurora of those around me,
I see through people.
Façades never fake me,
Charlatans rarely fool me,
and fraudulent forgeries tend to piss me off.
Strangers try to judge me but find themselves confused
I seem to know everything about them before they ever even utter my name.
My words spread like wild fires through the mind of my peers,
and they often ask what my definition is,
pondering on who I am.
So for all those wondering
I am… me