by Tracee Herbert

Melanin tinted to the color of mocha
Smooth skin slightly scented
Coconut, cocoa butter, jojoba
Tresses that knot & tangle at the roots just as complicated and intricately as my roots Genes filled with a history,

A mix of horror and happiness
Adapted: tough exterior, strong stance, with the tenacity of a bull
To fight off the laughter, disgust and fear of big, brown lips that are full
Masses spread across continents over time
Self- supporting, despite it all, trying not to be left behind
Through the struggle, the codes, the laws and the clauses that make it easy to want to hide Brown, Black, Dark bodies, despite it all
We rise

TRACEE HERBERT: My name is Tracee Herbert and I am a Sophmore at UA studying Business and Theatre; I am from Manhattan, yada, yada, Yada. I can sit here and describe myself in terms of all of the different categories that I can separate myself into however throughout my journey to adulthood ,thus far,  I am learning/ wanting to let my words and my creativity be a better indicator of myself. We spend so much time trying to create this formal elevator pitch of who we are and we become so rehearsed in our everyday lives. This is one of the many reasons why I started to write on my own terms, to build and gain my own identity. I don't label what I write as poetry, spoken word or essays; they are simply my internal thoughts as I attempt to make sense of our personal questions, assessments & insecurities, the world, and our individual places and purposes within it. I always try to write from the heart and I hope that as you read my work you feel something in yours as well. - Sending eternal Peace, Love, and Postive Vibrations