It was dark,
The thickness of the night,
Especially when compared to dark coal,
Looking at it leaves you stained,
Dripping with uncovered flaws,
I was haunted because of my given attribute!
I really want to elude this fear,
Rest my head on mother’s lap and ask why I am this way
Society with it’s unflinching hate,
Drives me to hide in perpetual phobia of myself,
The mirror itself proves to be my enemy,
Reminding me that I can’t change who I am!
So I sit in akimbo with all my thoughts ascending towards heaven,
Waiting for the Maker to give his answer or leave me with his verdict,
For I am lost and hated because just like the RAVEN I wore Black on my Skin
by Destiano King
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