The Skin They Fear: A Poem

  • Raven
  • May 11, 2018
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  • Poetry

THE SKIN THEY FEAR

Wading, wading

through mucous,

Ugly judgment,

Moving, monitored,

Second-guessing simple

things.

Aware that the skin I wear

Is the skin They fear.

 

Guarding, guarding

Erratic aggressions

Piercing peace.

Misunderstood moods,

Prove it, prove it,

Prove you belong here!

Aware always

That the skin I wear

Is the skin they fear.

 

Swimming, peeling

Cobwebs of

Sticky, noxious

“Supreme” white

Scales that blind,

Certainly

Every American eye,

Whispering

Awareness

That the skin I wear

Is the skin They fear

 

Purposeful predatory

Poverty rules,

Grinding,

Grinding

‘neath free market boot

Dancing denials

From fair skinned

Foe friends

Forgetting not

That the skin I wear

Is the skin They fear

 

Some say get paid,

Freedom’s financial back way.

Others say

Schooling, voting,

Fragrant power, that.

Strong fabric, no holes.

New clothes,

cancelling out the old.

But flush or poor,

Corrupt or good,

Dull or shrewd…

 

Painted beautifully black,

Deck against me stacked,

‘cause

The skin I wear

Is the Skin they fear.

 

 

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