caramel skin
like the sweet scent
of toffee & warm sugar
during a summer festival.
you called me exotic,
with black eyelashes
******* my even darker
raven eyes.
no other woman
could ever compare
with my soft voice,
strong principles,
and thoughtful nature.
you called me exotic.
but I wonder if you know,
I am a stranger within my skin,
within my community.
I am exotic
in an unsettling way--
halves and quarters,
of thoughts and ideas,
and never whole enough
for anyone.
my parents
are whole people
with a fragmented daughter;
to them,
I am a stranger--
I am exotic.
I am both
sickened and liberated
by my difference.
but mostly,
terrified.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
caramel skin
like the sweet scent
of toffee & warm sugar
during a summer festival.
you called me exotic,
with black eyelashes
******* my even darker
raven eyes.
no other woman
could ever compare
with my soft voice,
strong principles,
and thoughtful nature.
you called me exotic.
but I wonder if you know,
I am a stranger within my skin,
within my community.
I am exotic
in an unsettling way--
halves and quarters,
of thoughts and ideas,
and never whole enough
for anyone.
my parents
are whole people
with a fragmented daughter;
to them,
I am a stranger--
I am exotic.
I am both
sickened and liberated
by my difference.
but mostly,
terrified.
