this message may be offensive
you’re tainted, you whisper, your vanilla skin cracking and dripping on the floor. i imagine behind the waves of waxy milk, your insides are the same color as mine.
no, honey, i smile.
i’m not tainted- i’m painted.
god used all his colours on me, and i’m not ashamed at all.
your god may seethe when he sees my face,
but my god gifted me with love and grace.
there’s no place for you in my “coloured” space;
don’t you ever fucking dare to denounce my race.
-technicolor princess
CAN YOU SAY PREACH?