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reflection of some internalized-racism/colorism of my past, and is still something to work through to this day. cheers

At one point

May 28, 2020



Under the sun
    you brown
    rather than burn.

At one point
you wished for white skin.
Ached to pucker under noon.
To hurt
        in the summer,
to pale,
to redden,
        to white.
That feeling of peeling and undoing
and the sun’s rays
to give you a saltwater bath burning
as it burns, because it only works
if it hurts, is only beautiful if it bleeds.
        A reddening of your cheeks,
        and then some.
The stripping away of your skin
        to no-color nothing,
and death under your nails,
like a monkey to an orange peel.

In the mirror, stripped,
    you prayed to stand clean.
Washed-through and clear,
nothing but white
        in a face
you wanted so badly to know.



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  • BurningMidnightOil

    Okay. Shut up. This is so beautifully poignant. This piece flows so smoothly and has a lovely rhythm. The literary devices scared throughout enhance the story you’re trying to convey and I think that’s superb. Hat’s off to you, dear writer. Keep up the excellent work:)

    about 1 month ago
  • Huba Huba

    Love it!

    about 1 month ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Uh, ditto

    about 1 month ago
  • mia_:)

    Whoa. I have no words! This is amazing!

    about 2 months ago