A Poem: It's Hard Being a Black Woman

I love being a black woman. I am resilient, courageous, and exuberant. Black looks good on me. I love my beautifully bronzed skin, the texture of my hair, my dark brown eyes, my curves, and my lips. I love my laughter and how expressive I am. But when I step outside of my castle into a society that is dominated by those who do not look like me, it becomes a warzone. I must fight to be in a place where some believe that I do not belong. It is hard being a black woman.