To the girl with the dark brown eyes,
to the girl with the caramel colored skin
the patches and the white but not quite
colored girls
to the yellow girls, the brown girls, to the girls who are just kind of tan and totally caramel,
To the Dark-Skinned Black Girls, with the eyes that can read you for filth with a single glance, and the mouth that can make you wish you were never born: To the Italian girls, the Black girls who went to Ukraine to Study and got a lesson in Racism, to the women who have been ignored, and even those who are celebrated, did you know…You’re allowed to exist?
Did you know you’re allowed to take up space? If you said “Yes, I did,” say it louder, please; scream it from the rooftops, remind the world you are not a mere child, a girl, a woman, but a force to be reckoned with. Tell the world you will be loud; remind the world that those who want you quiet also want you uncomfortable.
Remind the world that if one is to believe in the true identity of God, then one must conclude that if there is a God, there is no reason said God could not be a reflection of you, a Black and proud Ghey woman, more so than a white cis man who cannot physically give birth.
Yeah, I said it bitch, Ghey, Gay, GAYITY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY! That’s me. I’ve seriously thought about it, and I’ve never kissed a girl, but I’d like to, much more than I’d like to kiss a man, and you know what? That’s allowed.
I don’t have to come up with a reason that fills your comfort fantasy, I don’t need to make my desire to be with a person of the same biological gender as myself, I don’t need to weaponize my long held belief that my partner is probably a woman or a n0n-binary person, to make YOUR ass more comfortable, because I am a Girl, and because being a girl means I make the motherfucking rules.
Being colored, and Bisexual, or non-gender-conforming in any way, shape or form, is really difficult. Brown, Black, and many Indigenous people are convinced the path to survival is assimilation, but assimilation is killing us. It strips us of our history, our culture, and our connections to the earth that are eons old.
Each of us, as colored girls, has to decide how we’re going to be the ones to set the tone going forward, so set the fucking tone. You decide, and yes, I know that’s scary because what if people challenge you, or tell you that you’re stupid? Girl! What if they do?
You gonna cry about it? Or you gonna find a way to navigate around their overinflated sense of entitlement that comes at your deconstruction?
Someone on Threads recently said: Rock bottom Is The Construction Site; nothing looks pretty in a construction site until the building is finished and everyone has time to move in.
Whelp, I’m a fucking construction site; I might be ugly on the outside, but on the inside I am shining bright and ever evolving into something habitable and stunning.
Those willing to stick around and be a part of the finished product are my kind people; anyone who falls away while I am still building was a temporary worker. Here for a good time, not a long time.
Girl, there will always be people who do your ass the dirtiest it’s ever been, and then cry victim and claim you are the problem. No need to get even; just keep your receipts, just make sure you are who you are, at all times. Authentic, and true to YOUR self, not anyone else’s at the expense of your, self.
Dear Colored girl, you got this. You know what you’re doing. Your ancestors put everything you need to succeed in your life…you really just have to decide if you want it.
XOXO
Devon J Hall,
The Original Loud Mouth Brown Girl
Loud Mouth Brown Girl 