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ZsaKaiyah Aug 2017
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

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
ZsaKaiyah Aug 2017
By a halo
Of tumbling black hair
Restlessly, yearningly, dreaming
My idea was growing

Each event spoke
With a cryptic tongue
My father first came fully
Into the orbit of my concern

Always some how
Alien and remote
My deep hate of him
How can I hit back at him

Calculated words that spawn
Invisible demons
Had to pause and think
Of what was happening to me

It made me angry
His absence
Thought of him
With a deep biological bitterness

Stomach churn
Consuming curiosity
More than I could remember
Insisted she sit still

She was dumbfounded
Never meant anything
To me emotionally
A paternal right
Was the only right

— The End —