(Un)Privileged

Green veins Not blue, her warm tone can't show them Those veins reminiscent of cold ice cubes and running streams on hot, hot days Something so pristine that can even be captured in their eyes Starring into the depths of her black-brown eyes Her black-brown soul Reminiscent of muddy and soggy school shoes trudging through the dirt to reach higher grounds But she can't It's those green in her veins that screams "Money is the relief!" contrasted with her black-brown eyes that sigh: "But I'll stay here for time being..." God is willing, God is willing, God is willing Willing to answer a young girl's prayers to be elevated, to reach for dreams unachieved by those like her She cannot yet gain the privilege of greater entities, as if she would ever try, even dare, to follow behind See, they have no muddy tracks left in the ground for her grind into, she must be the first to walk it Walk an untrodden road to success that still won't be success compared to the others The others that get relief on those hot, hot days Reserved for them, those blue-eyed, blue blooded creatures Who have it all While she Has Nothing