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.
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