It didn't use me for my brain, 
It didn't use me for my love,
It didn't use me for the way I watch and listen to the birds in the sky, 
It used me for my White. 
 
It loved you for your voice, 
It loved you for your heart,
It loved you for the way you move your hands in the moonlight, 
It hated your Brown. 
 
It didn't need my lips,
It didn't need my eyes,
It didn't need My thoughts in My writing when YOURS are the same,
It needed my White.
 
I didn't want to be the hand that wrote every verse,
Every song from the depths of your soul,
I wanted to hear the noise of your labor from inside every chamber of your heart,
I wanted to hear it pour from your lips,
I didn't want it covered with my White.