Black and White in Color

Hatred:

Burning,

Bitter, Flaming hatred that broiled

In my veins

And pained my chest

And filled my eyes with all of the droplets

Of the ocean

And all of the glistening patterns

Of the stars.

I wished it be rid

Of me,

In me,

Within me.

But they beat me,

Spat upon me,

And crushed my being

In such a way that I became Repulsed

By the concept of love.

They, too, felt the hatred

Burning,

Bitter,

Flaming.

But it hurled itself through their lips Instead of remaining within

And it set ablaze through their fists Instead of their tortured thoughts.

I was taught to hate.

I was nurtured, Raised, Submerged,

Immersed,

Within hatred for my own skin

As well as for the skin

Of which I tyrannized over.

My skin, dark as a room of empty souls,

Means ostracization.

It is a single dim star

Envious of the endless constellation

Of shimmering crystals

Just out of reach.

Hatred:

Burning,

Bitter,

Flaming hatred that broiled

In my veins

And penetrated malevolency

With all the edges of its blades

And all of the scorching embers of its fire

Dancing furiously

Through my eyes.

I wished it be expressed.

Of me,

In me,

Within me.

So I beat them,

Spat upon them,

And crushed their being

In such a way that they became

Repulsed

By the concept of love.

They, too, felt the hatred,

Prohibited,

Illegal,

Illicit,

That did not dare hurl

Because it must remain within

And it did not dare be set ablaze,

Because it must fuel their  tortured thoughts.

I was taught to hate.

I was nurtured,

Raised,

Submerged,

Immersed,

Within hatred for skin that was not my own.

Especially for the skin

Which tyrannized over me.

My skin, light as a beam of sunlight,

Means privilege.

It is an endless constellation

Of shimmering crystals.

Always purposefully out of reach.

To the single dim star.