It was there from the beginning,
when the mother told her daughter bold lies.
By telling such a story she was sinning,
making it sound like a disease with no guise.
I had to tell her she was fine the way she was,
after they'd cut so deep.
And now I see that they've always been that way because
why else would this bias run so deep?
Had to sit there in silence while a fair blue-haired dove said it was impossible.
They don't even try,
their joining in is highly improbable.
They won't care if they cry.
They didn't tell you to end it all.
You don't even care enough to try.
What if this was your people?
Would you sit in silence and let them die?
The pink ones get pretty booklets,
but the dark ones get nothing.
They get wider participation because they're pale,
while we get 'congratulations!' through an email.
Where's my certificate?
Where's my publicity?
Do you hate chocolate?
"It's the way that you look at me."
And now that I've made it this far,
I look around and see.
That there aren't much of us.
Aren't much people here that look like me.
I won't stay here in the shade,
while they try to rub their skin away.
I won't witness the melanin fade,
too many souls, for our pride, passed away.
For all the stolen diamonds and crystals,
for all the stolen lives and birthed grief.
For all the trauma, anxiety, the knives and pistols.
For all that was taken by the big white thief.
I come out of the shade and into the light.
And now all the people you've hurt are in sight.
Together, we unite with might.
Like the sun, we burn bright.
A message you cannot deny.
Be lucky they want justice not revenge.
For the butterfly
flashes its colours only to seek to avenge.
Proud of the hues it was born with, the way it glistens.
They speak louder than words to those who don't listen.
They fly onwards, delicate yet strong.
Their struggle, a battle, lifelong.
But they don't let it phase them, change them, no.
They don't let it break them, only make them brave so
they can stand up for what is right
when they see what is wrong.
When they realise that they're right.
They will always belong.
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Shards of Sugar (2022 - 2023) | Poetry
Poetry▫️Words as Sweet as Silver.▫️ This is Eclipse's Third and Latest Poetry Book/Collection. This book is essentially Poetry By Eclipse 3 and is sometimes known as that because it is my third poetry book on Wattpad. ▫️ @DarkenedEclipse739's Poetry Books...
