Dark Skin

I was not told that I would be dark as a shadow in a solitary hole. No not my soul, but the flesh that doesn't match the man who birth me; but all of the one that spent seven months moaning for my release I was not told that it would be my Achilles heel to everyone's jokes and punchlines as they all fought with bare hands and I with a muzzle. Words aren't suppose to hurt, but living in a shadow, how could I see the light behind all the dark remarks that tainted my very existence of living. I was not told that love was color blind and that many years later I would only see happiness when reaching for the light. that I would also be criticized for not seeing color like many of those I grew up around. Yet, their skin too would match the blacktop that we all once played as friends. However, no one told those that kept me in the shadows for all those years that I am light. No not skin tone, but my heart that holds anyone that I come across in my life. I'm lighter than a feather on my feet which allows me to never stay down, for I am light and the shadow that I once was vanished as my eyes opened to the sun.