She shifts between two personalities.
One is for home, the other made for school.
For when she’s in the white world she must be
As far from black as warm is far from cool.
And when she’s in the home of her own kin
she does not have to hide behind her brown.
But private school is not for melanin
to shine through. It is a bright, all-white town.
A bleached canvas is always the standard,
and the tar dot a bothersome contrast.
Her cries of injustice will go unheard
amongst those who are stuck inside the past.
So she shifts white like night turns into day.
One day she hopes it will not be this way.

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