My eyes burn from the light
I am the dull fixture in the middle of the room
My skin burns
The slant eyes thrown at me from afar
With smoldering hatred
That slowly disintegrates my thoughts
All of them say
They hate me because my skin does not tell of rich and hearty oppression
But instead of hard work and plain ole dirt
Years of cotton picking as I was darkened by the sun, the light
And if I dare to dream of a better place the crack of a whip reminds me
Of the reality of my life
I am the bottom of a shoe
The part that picks up
The slack of mud that the shoe walks on
We are the mud
Slowly packing together
Filling the crevices of the sole more and more
Our resolve hardens and the one that step on us
Having no grip, will fall
Loosening our souls out their grip in the process
And learning what it feels like to be in back breaking pain
Cursing at the world in agony
But never realizing the smallest people brought you down
In a blink of an eye your power gone
Poof
Hard work and determination succeeds the scale you can not measure up to
My eyes burn from all the light of all the purpose blazing in my eyes
My skin burns from the slant eyes thrown at me but I pocket them
Using them to fuel the fire inside me as I continue on my path
My darkness will prevail