She had colored contacts

Once knew this girl,typical self hatred ran deep Like a kangaroo that hated it's own leap She was out of pocket with her tongue Her pain was old but her voice was young Black bodies collectively lay in their misery alone Because black blood is bleached with white tears in every time zone She sliced her arms in hopes that under the layers of negro there might be  something pale and more appealing But as she kept pealing, it became appalling, because it became apparent that black destruction had no ceiling