I am at home
I take pride in my ebony suit
Pride in sharing a name with the cradle of mankind
You would think
I live to scrape off the hide that protects my innards from the elements
Struggle to change the Painter’s colour
The Painter tainted His paint
Did I anger you, Painter, that you chose to take the light from my hide?
Did you intend that I suffer ridicule with every stride?
Did you want to make sure the burns I get
From tongues spitting fire, wouldn’t show?
I do not care that the acid in the lotion burns
The hurt form it cannot be compared to my tortured emotion
I do not care that it makes me look unnatural
It’s natures fault to begin with
I do not care that the creases on my knuckles
The contours on my neck struggle to hold on to what’s left of my complexion
Its only that, I seek a connection
To be accepted
My beholder’s eyes reflect beauty that is not tainted
Pure like the colour of gold
I want the golden face
Painter, why did you taint your colours!?
“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
Of course it is.
I am not her.
No matter how hard I try to fool the mirror
The eyes looking back see right through me
Her stare pierces my soul
Her countenance portrays the true nature of my heart
I look away
I do not want to be waivered by the truth!
Painter, why couldn’t I be Snow ‘lightskin’ ?
Who tainted my paint!
When his color, same as mine
He is TDH
I’m just D.
I don’t understand
Painter, did I anger you?
Did I force your hand?
Did you intent that I bear the pain of child birth and that of rejection as well?
It’s not you, Painter
Your colors are perfect
I am tired
Exhausted from fighting the world
My cheeks are on fire from the salt in my tears
Their words have won
I have let them win
I have given in
I am at home
But I do not belong