Not black nor white

Not black nor white but a colour between,

The colour I am is how I’m seen.

Fierce raven hair and brown almond eyes,

Beauty the world has made me despise.

Chalk myself over to stiffen the glow,

I desperately hide or else they would know.

Fraud.

Tongue taken. Memory slumbering.

Feet under self furiously fumbling.

Not black nor white, little faded but grand,

The colour I’m seen is not all I am.

Time mixes. Smooth and blended.

Recolouring all that previously offended.

Memories hold, pressed deep into skin,

Beauty persists in the touch of my kin.

Blood shapes to the past - thick, rich and warm,

I delight in the body to which I was born.

Radiant.