Incandescent

Beneath the red, white, and blue

I wear a yellow mask.

It may be hidden, buried deep,

but never seems to crack.

The longer I suppress its voice,

The stronger I feel devoid

Of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

I mean, that’s what they say right?

I’ve come to know

That the color of my skin

does not define who I am within.

My blood may run yellow,

My identity may be red, white and blue

but nothing compares to my truth.

It may be violet, pink, an incandescent hue.

Who cares?

For I know from my point of view

I am beautiful and will always improve.

What lies underneath

Is the epitome of my belief.

What lies above

Is only a fraction of what you will ever see.