Does my blackness ofend you

Does my blackness offends you?
Because i am Black
blessed with the most beautiful kinky hair i know.
My hair can withstand all weathers and storms and still it stands with me.
Created for the continent that was displaces with me in it and which i was displaced from as a slave. See my hair tells of roots that are so hard to remove,
only slavery or dehumanizing conditions of my mind,
soul and body can make me hate my own beauty.
When my beauty is seen as less and unreal,
i tend to look in despair kanti what did i do?
It's ok, because your whiteness offends me,
see i cannot beat around the bush, smile and weave as you pass by me ,
holding your nose in the air, because our society has allowed your skin to think its better than mine. Your whiteness offends me,
because its your whiteness that has removed my blackness from my own sisters head,
to aspire for a whiteness that is seen as beautiful and majestic.
Your whiteness offends me,
because every time i look at my blackness
i am reminded of the land that i don't own or the economy i don't have.
I am reminded of the riches i can see,
but can never have,
because whiteness has told me i don't own anything
including my blackness.

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