Her black skin so ivory
But don't you dare call it white
Ignoring the hardships faced by her ancestors
The many years of plight
Settled in finally made a home of this body
Sometimes homes are abandoned messy
She destroys her home from the inside
Leaving the outside a perfect image
The american dream picket fence white, white teeth
Eyes hazel flecks of emerald
A gemini girl with 2 sides
One that she allows the world to see
The other she keeps hidden only for her inner eyes
She doesnt believe in God
But doesnt quite believe in herself either
Walking this world so alone
Meaningless conversations with friends that could never understand
The damage to the soul that she carries
Not much but a sliver of a soul left
That must be protected
Tired so tired she's just been neglecting it
If inside every curl was a story
Her head would be rich with novels of pain
Constant struggle between wanting to blend in and be seen
Blending in is dangerous
Being seen also
What if what they see disappoints
What if what they see helps me to find a turning point
Until then she is waiting to be seen
Look into my eyes and see the pain
Look at this smile see that its fake See the teeth rotting from the acid that is lies escaping her lips
Too much pride to confess
Not yet ready to undress
Who. She. Is.