when i was in elementary school i didn't know i was black
i mean yes of course i knew my skin was dark
and so was my family's
unlike all my friends with white skin and blonde hair to match
i didn't see the difference between me and them
i couldn't tell you what else was different
besides the color of our skin
but as i reached the fifth grade i knew
that something was odd in the way of the room
i could count on one hand all the people who looked like me
when i got to middle school
there was fresh clean slate
a whole new life in a whole new state
and for the first time i saw a lot people
ones who looked like me
and finally the number didn't stop at three
i didn't stick out in the pictures anymore
i was quiet because i wanted to be
not because i was afraid of being ignored
i found out i was black when i was twelve years old
and that is the story i told.
YOU ARE READING
confessions of a teenage girl
Poetryi'm invisible. my friends don't see me. my family doesn't see me. i am a ghost. a phantom of nonexistent matter. i don't exist. i never have and i never will. ~tales of the invisible girl collection of poems that i wrote ❤️ Best read in Baskerville...
