My Skin
is a forcefield
Creating gaps in a crowd
Emptiness surrounding me
in full spaces
My Skin
is a topic of conversation
Bringing questions
With hidden meaning
And excuses to prove me wrong
At any opportunity
My Skin
Is entertainment
Eyes following my every move
Straying back to me no matter
How hard they try.
My Skin
Is terrifying
The difference in it making them
Clutch their bags to their
chest in fear,
Shooting me in the street-
My hand to dark to see that it
Was only reaching for my
Identification card.
My Skin
Is a death note
It gives doctors the idea that I
Don't need health care,
Leaving
my Skin
to destroy itself from the
Inside out until all that's of
Me is a name,
A name that they fear
To say outloud
Fearing that
If they say it,
They'll see
my Skin
For what it truly was.
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A/N: This was the first time I was ever to write about being black and now it wont stop coming out. I hope this one is better than the last, my prof wasn't so fond of The Grass is Greaner poem
:(
But also if he doesn't like this one, he's just racist..
JK he's a wonderful man, he is not racist
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PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
