skin.

what do you first see
when you look at me? 
i know for a fact 
it’s my ethnicity. 

the hues and tint,
blessed from the womb
that somehow hold my dignity. 

now, when you hear of murder and tears,
targeted faces and living in fear,
you suddenly forget 
the first thing you saw
when our eyes first met.
that is the flaw. 

how you define 
my soul and my divine,
suddenly is ignored
while my traumas get stored
deep within the layers of my skin?

you turn a cheek
your lips are shut 
you see my skin
but don’t care enough. 

you make decisions
that suit you best
but my pigmentation 
is stuck and set. 


Posted by Vic Lee
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