White

White is my least favorite color

Because it turns me inside out.

Look at the color of my blood,

Not the color of my hands.

I know,

They’re white,

Like new house walls

And store bought eggs.

I hate the color of summer picnic napkins and textbook pages,

Pages that tell me,

“White is the color of peace”

The white I’m wearing stands for war

And I’m on the wrong side.

I hate the soles of my feet

Because the souls of my ancestors used them to become “superior.”

I hate the whites of my eyes,

Because they have seen too many pretentious people pretending to be saints because of the “privileges” they hold so high over everyone’s heads.

I am poisoned by a race that waves the hides of its kind on the flagpoles in front of city schools.

So paint me red,

Like the blood that rushes to my face

Because I’m embarrassed to call this race, mine.