Green veins
Not blue, her warm tone can't show them
Those veins reminiscent of cold ice cubes and running streams on hot, hot days
Something so pristine that can even be captured in their eyes
Starring into the depths of her black-brown eyes
Her black-brown soul
Reminiscent of muddy and soggy school shoes trudging through the dirt to reach higher grounds
But she can't
It's those green in her veins that screams "Money is the relief!" contrasted with her black-brown eyes that sigh: "But I'll stay here for time being..."
God is willing, God is willing, God is willing
Willing to answer a young girl's prayers to be elevated, to reach for dreams unachieved by those like her
She cannot yet gain the privilege of greater entities, as if she would ever try, even dare, to follow behind
See, they have no muddy tracks left in the ground for her grind into, she must be the first to walk it
Walk an untrodden road to success that still won't be success compared to the others
The others that get relief on those hot, hot days
Reserved for them, those blue-eyed, blue blooded creatures
Who have it all
While she
Has
Nothing