Dark Skin Blues

You said that I represented evil.
The shadow of the night
glistened on my skin.
You blatantly associated me
with tar because my melanin
glowed under the sun.

You claimed that my existence was
a misrepresentation of beauty.
So, you wrapped me under your
arm like a clutch bag at dawn
and led me through the dark
alleys.
Ashamed; you couldn’t risk the
possibility of anyone recognizing you.

I wore black at your instruction
to match my dark complexion.
“Other colors don’t flatter your
hue, darling”.
Sentenced to a life of solitude.
I became as invisible as air.
An ugly portion cut from
stained shirt.
A televised version of hell
on earth.
Violated but not pursued
for love.

You preferred taking my body
with the lights off because
the illusion of the night made
you believe that you were making
love to the light skin woman
across the street.
You didn’t need to look at my
ugly face.
I couldn’t even moan or scream
in the heat of the moment because
i couldn’t risk the sight of my
white teeth glowing in the dark
scaring you off like a scepter.

The word “beauty” didn’t rhyme
with my essence.
You didn’t propagate the seeds.
We didn’t need to go to the zoo.
I was all the image of wildlife.
You single-handedly destroyed
me with your negativity and
tried to mix my chocolate
bar with milk.

Link to the Italian translation

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