
Ain’t I A Woman?
Not a hoochie,
Sapphire,
or prop for hire?
Ain’t I a woman
that’s complex,
not just a symbol
for sex?
Media,
don’t tell me who I am!
Your depiction
of me
is fiction
that’s a sham!
I am a complex puzzle
whose pieces
are made from stained glass.
I ask
for the sun’s blast
so my rainbow shows
at last.
I am a queen
who can part a room
like Moses.
I am roses
with a sweet scent
and sharp thorns.
I am the morn
that turns skies
pink and gold.
Ain’t I quite a woman to behold?
Art: Tschabalala Self, “Barbie,” 30″ x 22.5,″ oil and gouache on paper, 2012
About the Author
Latonya Pennington is a freelance writer and rising poet from Alabama. As a freelance writer, she has written for places such as Atlanta Blackstar and The Mary Sue. She is also a proud black girl nerd who loves fantasy and sci-fi, American and Japanese animation, reading books, and learning about black music history.