He Called Me a Monkey!!


So I was doing my usual check in on my social media accounts and got a troll that called me a black “bitch” and an f’ing monkey. 

Not sure what got this man all ruffled up to say such a thing to me, but unfortunately it’s not new and most definitely not reserved to a particular ethnic group.

I have gotten comments like this from my own “kind”.

And it got me to thinking about the assumptions people place on the value of others by how one looks.

Do I really look like a monkey?

Of course not!

But why the anger and the association with a monkey?

I do think people have a right to feel the way they feel about me, I’m just not inclined to know what that feeling is unless I have to deal with you for business or pleasure.

Yeah, there is most definitely a problem with the notions of beauty in this society and colorism abounds , and to me, it’s really here to stay.

With my features unchanged, would I still be referenced with that of a monkey if I were lighter in skin tone? Not likely.

But to be darkskin, is somehow synonymous with being primitive, simple minded, ugly, and slavish.

That comment got me into thinking deeply about what I am presenting with my work and if my voice is being made clear enough for people to get my message.

It stoked the fire within me to continue my portrayal of “us” dark skin women 

as sensitive and sweet, and not the savage imaginings of the propaganda machine that people swear they are uninfluenced by.


I got a job to do.

I got to put my two ‘sense’ in and neutralize some of the spells cast over us by members of this society.

I never wanted my art to be political, but slowly, it has become that it’s it’s own little way.

My poetry as reached the level of importance that my art has always had for me. The monkey jab touched me deeply, so much so that I had to write a poem to organize and unpack my thoughts.

To the person who called me a monkey this morning… Thank you..


“This Monkey” Written by Salkis Re(c) 2017

People assume the so called pretty amongst us

are the only ones entitled to hugs.

They also assume that esthetic deficits

means that I was born deserving of love.

They think that simple faces equates to simple minds, and that we somehow are easier to fool.

But they don’t know that their overconfidence

can be a tool used to get what we want too.

Real power comes from letting people think that they’re still in charge of their decisions.

We watch you rule with an iron fist,

and just sit back for a time and play the victim.

You will show your hand

and everything you feel

which happens to include

the weakness in your heart.

And you’ve trained this  “monkey”

to sit back and learn your patterns

and play vulnerable to get what I want.

So be self assured, I want you that way,

to reveal all the things that you front.

And I’m itching for the day when you’ve learned you made a colossal mistake

because didn’t know “This Monkey” could talk.

“Mistress of Words” ~Salkis Re


Sometimes inspiration and fuel to catapult you to the next level, can come out from very nasty places.

Yet, friction sharpens the blade doesn’t it?

I’m more grateful for who I am now than ever before, and if you are going through a storm right now, this is your opportunity to become better than you were before.

If you need to contact me about a painting please feel free to send me an email to: Salkis@iloveherart.com or visit the website www.iloveherart.com


Salkis Re


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