Poetic Attempt || Seventeen

let this be an open letter to
all the fools with deliberately jaded eyes
eyelids shut tight, refusing to acknowledge color
disillusioned into finding beauty in blank portraits
as if there is brilliance and artistry
in painting white over a people’s heritage
they would rather gouge both irises out and
plead blindness as opposed to
stretching their arms out to embrace diversity
but colors demand to be seen as they converge together
into the fissures between tectonic plates
surging upwards as a wellspring of history
and giving birth to cultures that will
outlive all these fools

(don’t you see darling
every pigment of my skin
is here to stay and
you can’t erase me)

Seventeen
(Written on 24 January 2017)

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