"You're too beautiful to be Aboriginal"

These words are meant to make me blush

Meant to make me smile and act coy

Meant to make me ignore the seething anger that rages beneath
the socially acceptable facade of
a woman that passes as white.

We don't do things because everyone else is doing them,
For us its not about impressing the crowd,
We seem odd and people wonder if its all pretence but that's who we are,
We were not meant to fit in but to stand out,
We have our own principles to live by,
We don't follow the crowd because we love to think for ourselves,
We're proud of being unique,
We love it and we have embraced it.
We don't care who judges us for it because that's who we are,
We are the **misfits

I never cared, mouthed the lips
Like liquid concrete, cold and hard
No warmth or crinkles of care

Eyes like glass, an empty one
Harsh judgment, all soft gaze expired
Compassion extinct. Nothing there.

You are not welcome here
Says the silence, loud and clear
Do I vanish? Into thin air?

This face that lit every nerve and cell
Is expressionless and will not tell
Of a time when it did really care

There is a choke in my throat
An exhale waiting to be had
A river of tears running through
A mountain of sad

A silent scream
on the tip of my tongue
Stays silent
because it's all been said and done

What there was, is gone
I know that now
What I can't swallow
Is the why or the how

It stays there, like a choke in my throat
As I go through my day
Feeling tears that never run
And thinking things I'll never say

A moment please

To Accept

What

I am Letting Go

A perfect summer day is when I am at the beach,
the sea and sun blend my caramel skin into an even tone
hyped up just watching the seagulls
diving straight into the water searching for food.
and all internet connection is shut down.


*Happiness is a day at the beach