Loving Me

I have kinky short hair from a father that was no good
dark sad eyes from my mother who withstood too much of his shit
and a wide nose from the mother land
 my grandmother’s African  lips
a great grandfather’s high cheekbones
all blended in my warm soft dark skin and
a overly kind heart that too many have handled roughly
My hips are wide over sculptured legs and a narrow waist
 breast too small and feet  too big on this petite frame that’s been road hard.
My temperament is quick and harsh with retort
Slow and shameful with repent
And did I mention my amazing mood swings

I see things my way often, but open to seeing the truth
I hate too quickly, love too long
and indifferent not often enough to appease some
I eat too much, love my soul food
Love nature in all her glory
Lover of men
Love Spirit, not church, a building, a pastor, teacher or any kind dogma
That only seems to bring strife
Love equality,
Human rights and women’s rights specifically  
Love any kind of physical activity  
I hate the many things about myself I can’t change
I have many bad habits and some that are good
and yet Spirit still insists on loving me just the way I am