I am colored
I became colored
It's exclusively a colored town
White people
Rode through the town
Never lived there
Gallery seat
Enjoy the show
I liked it
I belonged to them
A little colored girl
In my heart
As well as in the mirror
I am not tragically colored
I do not mind
At all
Reminding me
I am the grand daughter
Of slaves
Suffered a sea change
It fails to register
Depression with me
Slavery is the price
I paid for civilization
The choice
Was not with me
The world
To be won
Nothing to be lost
I feel most colored
When I am thrown against
A sharp white background
Sometimes
I feel discriminated against
It doesn't make me angry
He has only heard
What I have felt
Little nothing
We have in common
He is far away
I see him but
Dimly across the ocean
Continents that have fallen
Between us
Dance wildly
Inside myself
My face
Is painted red and yellow
My body
Is painted blue
Certain times
I have no race
I am me
I belong
To no race
Nor time
I am the eternal feminine
Pour out the contents
There is discovered
A jumble of small things
Priceless and worthless
A bit of colored glass
More or less
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
Framed.
By a halo
Of tumbling black hair
Restlessly, yearningly, dreaming
My idea was growing
Blooming.
Each event spoke
With a cryptic tongue
My father first came fully
Into the orbit of my concern
Lawgiver.
Always some how
Alien and remote
My deep hate of him
How can I hit back at him
Anticipating.
Calculated words that spawn
Invisible demons
Had to pause and think
Of what was happening to me
Teasing.
It made me angry
His absence
Thought of him
With a deep biological bitterness
Chance.
Stomach churn
Consuming curiosity
More than I could remember
Insisted she sit still
Listen.
She was dumbfounded
Never meant anything
To me emotionally
A paternal right
Was the only right
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC