Black but more.

Your assumptions are presumptuous.

Treat me like you’d treat anyone else.

My skin, my love, my body are not yours to gawk at, to flock to.

You want to grip, grab, grasp at my flesh of flesh.

I am depth. Beneath the skin and body.

I am the spine holding up my ancestor's story.

I am my own original thoughts and interests and emotions.

I am so much more than yours to prod at.