White is everywhere.
I am surrounded, engrossed, captivated.
The walls exude it, the people express it.
They wear it like a badge of honor
Which it might be.
Boasting in the glory of their ancestors
Who created the world
They turn and see me.
The sore thumb
In a dense cream colored sea.
Feeling like I don’t belong,
I traverse the hidden waters and wonder,
Is this were I should be?
Among those who are different
Among those who can never understand me.
My ancestors who created the world
Fought for this very moment,
And I will wear it like a badge of honor
For everyone to see.
As I traverse through the hidden waters of the sea.