Darkness Prevails

My eyes burn from the light I am the dull fixture in the middle of the room My skin burns The slant eyes thrown at me from afar With smoldering hatred That slowly disintegrates my thoughts All of them say They hate me because my skin does not tell of rich and hearty oppression But instead of hard work and plain ole dirt Years of cotton picking as I was darkened by the sun, the light And if I dare to dream of a better place the crack of a whip reminds me Of the reality of my life I am the bottom of a shoe The part that picks up The slack of mud that the shoe walks on We are the mud Slowly packing together Filling the crevices of the sole more and more Our resolve hardens and the one that step on us Having no grip, will fall Loosening our souls out their grip in the process And learning what it feels like to be in back breaking pain Cursing at the world in agony But never realizing the smallest people brought you down In a blink of an eye your power gone Poof Hard work and determination succeeds the scale you can not measure up to My eyes burn from all the light of all the purpose blazing in my eyes My skin burns from the slant eyes thrown at me but I pocket them Using them to fuel the fire inside me as I continue on my path My darkness will prevail