Darkie In the Light

Fri, 12/13/2013 - 19:49 -- KayHill

I am your darkie.

Your raisin in the sun.

Your guide to trendsy, urban culture;

Your go-to-girl for the 'black perspective'.

A pawn in your game.

You smile in my face, spewing your venom.

And I smile,

As if I'm okay with what you're saying.

But I know you don't care for me or my culture.

Once a upon a time,

Your words would've hurt me.

Cut me deep and buried me.

But I'm no longer a child.

I'm an adult and your words are all too familiar.

I am now aware of the ignorance in your words.

I tell everyone it rolls off of my back.

But it doesn't.

It lays on me, like a ton of breaks.

And I wonder,

"When will I break?"

I've closed myself off,

Hoping,

Praying,

That this wound will not fester,

But rather,

Heal.

But I know,

It won't be long before you strike.

Your words burying deeper into the hollow of my chest. 

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