Darkie In the Light
I am your darkie.
Your raisin in the sun.
Your guide to trendsy, urban culture;
Your go-to-girl for the 'black perspective'.
A pawn in your game.
You smile in my face, spewing your venom.
And I smile,
As if I'm okay with what you're saying.
But I know you don't care for me or my culture.
Once a upon a time,
Your words would've hurt me.
Cut me deep and buried me.
But I'm no longer a child.
I'm an adult and your words are all too familiar.
I am now aware of the ignorance in your words.
I tell everyone it rolls off of my back.
But it doesn't.
It lays on me, like a ton of breaks.
And I wonder,
"When will I break?"
I've closed myself off,
Hoping,
Praying,
That this wound will not fester,
But rather,
Heal.
But I know,
It won't be long before you strike.
Your words burying deeper into the hollow of my chest.