I’m the unacceptable figure
Labelled as unhealthy
Downright fat
That’s what they tell me
But I’m done listening to society
Like the whips and chains
Still shackling our brains
Didn’t Marcus Garvey fight for something similar?
Blacks reflect paled images in the mirror
But what do you see?

It’s the movies clips etched in your minds by media
They cause you to contemplate and congregate thoughts that people with fat around their waistline ain’t beautiful
Oh, you got your cups of ignorance full
You’re the victim of your own ridicule
Puppet on a string
You are being choked by the very lies they feed you
You are unable to sing your redemption song
Their truth is a fairy tale
Selfish senseless story scribbled
And they present what seems to be a gift that our men and women should imitate supermodels
Tied with a bow that says bikini and boxers all over
You gotta be kidding me

My forefathers fought for equality
Like blacks and whites saw past their skin tones
But you let a new breed of hate arise
Remove the scales from your eyes
Adjust your lenses
Let this light illuminate and eliminate
We all could not the same
So quit playing this silly game
Listen
This is more than just a thesis
Even Scriptures highlight this with exegesis
We all can’t be the same
But we all are beautifully made

We are
Yes we are
Perfectly designed and created with such intricacy
From positions of foetal to upright
Strands from the DNA to hair highlights
Even the blinking of our eyes scream “precious”
Like we were mined from a quarry
Picture painted with colours more valuable than gold
I’m not delusional
You’re the ones confusing them

Ever wondered why your cheeks look like roses and not the thorns from the bush
‘Cause God don’t create ugly
That’s why
The Potter formed you with more than just bear hands
He gave you life
Inclusive of the death of the Son of Man
Divine became breathless
Sovereignty took consequence
And since the beginning of time
He took a part of Himself and ushered substance into mere mortals
He knows what you are worth
You’re beautiful

So not having a high metabolism don’t waver my doctrine
I’m more than the lipids beneath my skin
I’d rather be rebellious to your dictation than to conform
I’ll stand out bearing Christ’s uniform  like the Salvation Army
You can’t pin anything on me
And to think I once believed you
But beauty not being a concept but my state has got me mind blown
I thank God for my mom and dad who turned on the lights
They made me know
I am beautiful
I’ll state that fact with my lips and shout it with my actions
You can’t tell me otherwise
God did not give you authority to define me
I refuse to let my identity be embodied by your foolishness
You never made these hands
Fashioning them for your glory
You never made my bones
To give me stability
The cheques you write can never be cleared
Because priority of looks weigh greater than a man’s character

Can’t you see you got it twisted?
We teaching our kids to be like Karen Carpenter
Displaying an allergic reaction to wholesome nutrition
Both in the their bodies and minds
Not only rainy days and Mondays will get them down
Generations will plummet like Port Royal in ‘93 when they should be taught to defy gravity
Robbed of their identity
Snatched from the predator
When they look in the mirror, what will they see?

Why do you tell them this?
The lack of knowledge and the cycle of searching for acceptance plague our culture
Egypt grows faint in comparison to our things we uphold
Step away
For the men and women of this age are loved uncontrollably by their Perfecter
As they move through the life’s hues and shades
Distance yourself from the media’s idea that thin has to be you
We know that’s false advertising

Impart the knowledge that real educators in our history would teach
Bogle and Gordon didn’t win the wars with arms
They mindset was not like Moses but like Christ
Let that sink in
Stop deceiving them
Our children need hope
Live and learn the truth
So when someone sees they love handles and pudgy arms
Instead of bulging biceps
And a tiny waistline
Tell them to accept this
Stand resolute in fact
Say to ‘em
Let freedom echo in your hearts like cricket chirps
Girls, you are more than just a fine face and a mini skirt
Homies, you’re more that just the abs beneath your shirt
You  are beautifully and wonderfully made
Ain’t nobody loves you like your Maker
Don’t let nobody, nobody take that away from you.

^{Excerpt from “Biography and Work of Favourite Author: Propaganda”, written in 2013}