Nazar

Unshorn hair she kept her vow. Like vines her roots grew freely and untouched. She allowed no spirits into her temple  Consecrated she was called nazar. 

It

It occured to me  that life owed me no explanations but the ones that were given to me as life lessons.

I am

I am not black
I am not a color
I am not my pigmentation
Nor am I your opinion
I am not what you think I am and I refuse to be labelled to suit your own selfish ideals.

I am who I am,  quit  trying to define me...