Control

Her soul was starved of acceptance An aching hunger wanting to be fed Her body weak Not from the lack of food But for the lack of love for her skin Being black meant a life where no matter what she did She would never win She couldn't control her race But she could control her body She wanted to be invisible And the only way she could make that happen was to disappear Her body, her skin, her mind A place of imprisonment But she could control how she decorated it To her that felt like a rebellion Even if it meant she lost herself Deep down she knew this wasn't right But she just didn't want the fight She was willing to make that sacrifice With every meal skipped She got weaker and weaker Not realising how she was getting closer to death Mistaking it for freedom She had got everything she wanted Just not how she expected She realised a little too late How true this statement was The world wanted her gone And she had finally given them what they want