Maybe I was black and you were white
But white wasn't the only colour behind your eyes
The lies to keep me safe and the questions in your mind
Maybe they were all white
And I trusted you when you told me I would be okay
But there is no more colour, only grey
YOU ARE READING
The Weight of my Guillotine
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems, excerpts and short stories I write. Read at your own discretion.
