She is asking for our opinion.
A non-issue
Says the boy with white skin.
The white faces around me nod their head in agreement.
I stiffen.
My dark eyes lower to my lap.
Sweat slowly falls from my skin.
My flat nose smells the scent of complacency
And it returns.
The taunts from childhood against the difference in my looks.
Years of attempting to be beautiful
Attempting to be the white I saw on television.
Fears that I should be smart, because that’s what my people did best.
I remain frozen
In disbelief.
No one speaks up.
I don’t speak up.
To be me.

Apr 12 -
Familiar Silence

Living in a space of unacceptable