I wanted my final anthology pieces to illustrate the feelings that people of color might feel. Everybody’s experience is different, but we all have a universal understanding of what it can be like.
White and Blue
Simple in blue
Plain in white
Living in my world
Is a brownish delight
I can see your eyes
Judge my fate
Based on my skin
And based on your hate.
Heavy in power
Low in fear
You think my world
Is too much to bear
That’s where you’re wrong
And that’s ok
How can you feel a statue
When it says “Do Not Touch”
In the display?
I cope with my problems
I live on strong
I live my life with passion
And in faith too
Your life may be pearls and diamonds
But mine is ruled by White
And scared of Blue.
Outta Luck
I had so much patience for you
I let you back in
And that’s the stupidest
I’ve ever been
I should’ve just stopped
I should’ve just listened
To the blocked-out voices that told me
You were no good
I never thought that you could do this to me
How stupid could I be?
I was too busy
Blocking out the voices
When it should’ve been you
I asked you
What I was to you, and you said
you didn’t know.
Six months for an
i don’t know.
I waited six months to hear that none of it existed
That I just pictured
All the kissing
All the missing
You’ve got to be fucking kidding
You dragged me
All this way
To tell me I didn’t matter
And in that moment
My whole body shattered
But you didn’t give a fuck
And if I had a buck for every fuck you gave
I’d be outta luck