….Some Old School Regression
An enigma, my skin, choosing to rebel against the bond of my parent’s marriage
Black is my father; Hawaiian the people of my mother’s heritage
Even so, a light Latina I appear to most, though no form of the language I speak
I’ve grown strong from the disparaging remarks of the jealous and the weak
You saw beauty in my color when it’s my spirit that blazed seductive
Your hatred for my hair blinded you to your own qualities to which attention you should give
I wasn’t dark enough to be among your people so me you try to disown
But that call isn’t yours to make; I haven’t given you that throne!
You are as strong as I allow you to be because with MY life it is MY world
And as you can see I reign supreme here; where deceivers are laid bare and unfurled
So as you walk around hating me whispering “she thinks she’s all that”
Let me clarify so you misunderstand nothing; that was never a ‘thought’ because it
was always fact!
F. J. Thomas
Keep hating ;) I will always be Black/Hawaiian and proud of BOTH;
respect and appreciation to those who've accepted
and respected the person that I am.