Deal with it

My skin is mocha brown.
I will never be caught dead with skin whitening paraphernalia.
I like my hair long and black.

I like wearing tank tops.
Round-necked shirts never fit me to a T.
My colors are always bright.
I look boring in white.
[Gross – that rhymed!]

I love wearing make-up.
I never leave home without my lash curler, concealer and lipstick.
Natural beauty is not true in my case.

I’m not a Gap babe.
I’m a Guess chick.
Gap = Big sizes, muted colors.
Not me.

I walk around in my platforms.
Almost all my shoes have 3-inch heels.
I can walk around wearing them all day long.
That is definitely an acquired skill!

I don’t wear khaki pants.
My pants are black, my denims are usually dark blue.
I like them hip-snugging or low-rise.
Flared and boot cut.

I am a guru at gay speak.
And I love gay men.
Have a lot of gay friends.
Definitely not homophobic.

I don’t intend to change these.
Maybe I would for myself.
But not to please others.
Definitely not to please thee.

I’m not even asking you to change your preference.
But please, don’t go changing me.