The black sea on the backs of my hands,
The rainbow above my eyes,
A sharp outburst of color
Dims covered, muffled cries.
The questions of which I yearn to answer
Only may come within;
A closet-creeping, deep romancer
In the heart of society’s sin.
Break me, kill me, break me down,
But more quickly I shall rise.
Abuse me, use me, break my bones;
You will never break my pride.
I may fall down, but like a ball
Resiliently, I bounce back.
But when you push me where I stand, beware
The black sea on the backs of my hands.