my colour doesn’t fade
it stiffens under the
blaring sun, it sheds in
winter’s cold embrace,
little of it is given, grace,
in a world fanatic of the brightest,
little consideration for distinction,
glory by separation,
salvation derived from diversification,
how evolution chose to make
us all different.

don’t tell me you don’t
judge me by it,
because your intentions have
ensured
every time
the mirror will remind me
little honour do i hold
in your elevated, exclusive ego.