White

I was born with skin shown in my country's history

I see it on the band-aids and faces of dollbabies

I see it on the runways, in glossy magazines

See-it on the CEOs and on celebrities

my skin wont make you question

my self-sufficiency

to almost all the world

my skin looks like money

almost never represents illiteracy

born into the skin of learnin capacity.

I dont speak for my race

when speakin just for me

but I like to think

about this one reality:

when walking down your road

on the bottom of my feet

my souls can turn into the hue

of all humanity.

Leaves

Every night I run home crying

because I think the trees are dying.

Dad holds me close as he explains

how leaves must fall when seasons change.

But I am not yet one year old

and can't understand what I'm being told.