"skintone" poems
New Year's Eve party.
With the popular kids.
That you don't know well.
But your boyfriend's going,
and you need to go too.
(for a New Year's kiss,
of course.)
Your favorite pair of jeans
because they are easy to dance in.
Your best floral tank top
because it's brand new
(and it's cold out, so you can
have an excuse to wear his jacket.)
Coral blush
because it looks good with
your skintone.
Purple eyeliner
because it makes your eyes pop.
And french manicure,
(your very first one!)
Done by your older sister,
aided with scotch tape
for the tips.
(It makes your hands look pretty,
and official,
like your best friends mom.)
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
We, as future parents,
must teach our kids that
every person of every race, ethnicity,
skintone, body size, ****** orientation,
religion and outlook on life
deserves to be loved.
There is no choice.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
No, I am not perfect.
I am far from being flawless.
I have a lot of insecurities.
I'm a walking mess.
Don't get fooled with my fake confidence.
Deep inside me is full consciousness.
The bags under my eyes, my uneven skintone.
I am afraid to show it all.
People will talk behind me,
everyone hates ugly.
Don't get fooled with what you see outside,
I am not perfect, i hope you understand.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
on this sea of social turbulence
skin dictates
the price of the ticket
rotating rainbows-no more whites
red is distinct
black is forbidden fruit
cast into the ghettos of the decaying mind
banished from the beauty of eden. why?
we all came from a pinpoint in evolution
in clusters we migrated
to the corners of the globe
seeking multi-verses of origin
yet we create hierarchies of skintone. why?
the gaps in our thinking
are like holes in a doughnut
spiraling galaxies of hate
into whirlpools of ignorance.why?
cast into the seed core
is a colorless quantum of choice
the difference -your destiny. think.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 17 days ago
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
on this sea of social turbulence
skin dictates
the price of the ticket
rotating rainbows-no more whites
red is distinct
black is forbidden fruit
cast into the ghettos of the decaying mind
banished from the beauty of eden. why?
we all came from a pinpoint in evolution
in clusters we migrated
to the corners of the globe
seeking multi-verses of origin
yet we create hierarchies of skintone. why?
the gaps in our thinking
are like holes in a doughnut
spiraling galaxies of hate
into whirlpools of ignorance.why?
cast into the seed core
is a colorless quantum of choice
the difference -your destiny. think.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
This is for the introverted kid on his lonesome
One of Lauryn Hills lost ones
Eyes burning him down like acidic solvents
Pressed down and sprayed at for low prices like cheap deodorants
Ever-changing skintone from the haematomas
Losing friends who he's been with the closest
What's the point keep cards close to your chest if you're just gonna fold quick
Council estates have turned into war camps
Now the ends are looking like Colditz
I guess that'd explain why everyone in the bits is speaking Polish
Youths are hiding in alleyways gripping knives that are stolen
With a razor sharp focus
Aligning the moment then he zones in
An act of violence turns to a condolence
Flowers and roses
A single mothers heart is broken
Shattered and open
Tears stream that could fill an ocean
The kid was sacrificed and cut inside like Kingsley Coman
Underhand tactics used like sneaky trojans
It was for the kid I bet you
The ambience started hard but went soft like fresh fruits
Just be careful and keep those that respect you.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC