"Why?"

different races
faces
caucasian, elation?
Elimination.
Reverse discrimination.
Isolated from humanity-
from individuals because
I am pale, pink, feminine.
What does blonde, blue, white,
Pink, purple, black, yellow
have to do with weakness?
My bruises show brighter than yours;
Ferociously shadowing my
otherwise sublime round face.
Ignoring your own, you look at me and shout,
"How could you be so stupid,
so weak, so maliable?"
"How could YOU my friend?"
You answer your own questions by uttering them.

We are what others would have
us be. We can't help it.
We're weak.

There is no racial division
in weakness.
We are flesh, blood, fragile,
male, female, androgynous,
connected by breath, by skin,
by dirt and water.

I cannot wash away past sins, nor my face, my
eyes, my musk.

Womanhood is not a curse,
though many would have it be.

I do not drape myself in
Black shrouds, nor bright
Uninhibited scarvs. I prefer
supple leather. Strong fabric
to bind myself with. Bind
my mind, wandering thoughts, soul in.

Opinions are relative, as is
the heart. It thinks it wants...
but it doesn't know the riggors,
the chains that the violence of
Freedom brings.

Ridicule is a knife, tearing
each of us apart. We
choose it, as we choose our
Gods, our friends, our vices,
Our wars.

We are our choices.
Separated and connected by
Choices - our webs spin
Into each other. And yet...
We are divided.

different races
faces
Elation?
Complication?
Simplicity in separation.