SKINS

My skin is the colour of a self righteous breed.

White Humanity;a

A breed so unbelievably naive,

to think they actually have superiority,

over others,

who’s skin is darker.

Yet all blood bleeds the same red colour,

and both skins tear as easy as silk.

We are all weak when faced with inevitable defeat.

Because we all die, and at some stage or other,

the same pink flesh we live in, perishes.

So, all that we think we are,

is merely a memory.

For in reality,

all we are, is just a tiny, microscopic spot, amidst the vast universe.

But still,

the colour of hatred spills out from a multitude of coloured skins,

construed from a multitude of sins,

mixing together on my TV screen,

congealing on the sidewalk,

waiting for the rain to wash the stain away...

Indifferently.

People ask me, “where are you from” ? when they look at my features that are neither here nor there.

“I am from the world” I say, because I am, neither here, nor there.

With baffled expression they ponder my answer and ask again,

more precisely this time,

“but what is your background.”

"Ahhh... well doesn’t that depend on how far back we date the ground" ?

I was born onto ‘Australian’ land,

by a British father, and Australian mother.

My father is English, olive toned, with the blackest hair.

My mother Australian, with German heritage,

all who were fair.

So...

it is evidently clear, that nationality doesn’t really adhere,

to the roots of 'you',

or me,

or anyone.

Because the world is a complex mix of confusion,

guided by a political delusion.

It’s all a colourful array of kaleidoscopic fusion,

where land is governed,

and “owned”,

and therefore labeled so, according to whoever won.

But ‘No Mans Land’.

It’s not just a term to describe unbuilt territory,

It’s what was actually run by and looked after,

so graciously,

by those people with darker skin,

who now,

apparently,

don’t get a look in,

from the white, authoritative collective,

who even now, after 200 years,

still have absolutely no fucking idea

on how to deal with the forces of nature,

that constantly play tick tack toe,

because they know

we will never win.

So no.

Although I must hold an identity,

with a name kept on file by authorities,

clarifying which country is meant to tell me where I’m from.

The reality is,

this is all just legality.

Race is not defined by the colour of our skin,

or by the language passed down by our ancestral kin.

By the way,

just so you’re aware,

particularly all of you white supremacists out there,

here’s a little info I think you should know.

Your white skin,

is a biological trait,

evolved over time,

from that dark skin,

that you so hate.

And that my friends, is evolution.

Take a moment.

Deliberate.