Dying my hair blonde

Dying my Hair Blonde!

Time to get back to my roots!

I sometimes straighten out my hair and dye it blonde, but this is not my truth.

This is not my meaning;

My intention was never meant to be deceiving.

Yet, I fooled so many into thinking I was something I wasn't.

So, every time I spoke of Caribbean or Puerto Rican pride, I was laughed at.

Trapped in a world of little miss in between isn’t my excuse it’s just an emotional epidemic.

I can't seem to find a cure,

So instead I find constant tears across my writing.

I too, cry for the young men in my community losing their lives,

but I am told to keep silent it’s not my fight, because I am white.

I didn't mean to deceive you with my appearance my fellow friend.

This was not my intention when I dyed my hair blonde.

It wasn't your cue to preach to me how in this society we all have equity.

I am still a product a dark skin parent and remember her tears.

And mother I know sometimes you don't agree with my politics,

but when I look at you and I see true beauty in your dark eyes.

Maybe my light skin makes my life a bite easier, but I still feel the sweat

And will never let you forget.

Don’t you get it yet?

I refused to those kind of lies.

I wasn’t put on this earth to stroke the white man’s ego,

but to speak of what makes them fearful.

With every opportunity you’ll know my roots are black,

even if I dye my hair blonde and straighten my curls that is not my truth.

My meaning is never to hide my layers of color.

I didn't mean to be deceiving it wasn't my intention.

That wasn't your cue to preach to me how in this society we all have equality,

This is not a truth.

Time to get back to my Roots!